I have a story that starts with Nutella and ends with sex in the laundry building at RIT.
just ran into a kid I used to hook up with while wearing his shirt. Only me. I tried to pretend like it wasn't his but it said his name on the back so I wasn't winning that.
I'll be heading downtown with donuts and a lawn chair at 9am to go Halloween Walk o' Shame spotting.
No that means he must've used the nipple clamps
did i mention he attempted to milk her in backseat?
What if our hands were octopus tentacles?
You're an idiot.
Its alot like that time you got motorboated by the carni at the rodeo.
I climbed out a window to pee last night because i thought i was locked in the room... Then crawled back in and went to bed. The poor neighbors.
Is the Chairman of the College Republicans throwing upon your toilet right now? 'Murica!
But in today's society it's frowned upon not to wear pants in public.
My ladyscape is the envy of many and the shangrila of few. I will display it proudly.
We had an in depth conversion about the best way to take a dick pic. Both with and without mirrors.
Also my face is like def lowkey made of silly putty
It figures that the only time one of my videos on Snapchat gets replayed is a video of my Hedonism Bot impression and NOT my nudes
I dont even remember what i was saying but just one minute i was crying and the next i was showing u my genitals
We stood outside the room listening to them have sex and making meow noises
That's not right, is it?
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