I have a story that starts with Nutella and ends with sex in the laundry building at RIT.
I fucked her on my hockey bag. it doesnt get any more Canadian than that.
some guy just pulled a dress out of a fax machine...I have no idea what the hell is going on
he stopped making out with me and said "can I make you grilled cheese? I feel like I owe YOU something"
Also I'm 95 percent positive we ate food naked together
Currently doing my walk of shame down a floating dock. No more guys who live on a boat EVER AGAIN
Is "you left your socks here, please come get them" a good way of saying "come fuck me?"
Ya well here is the deal with last night, it was the Biggest shit show we have ever co-stared in.
Dude. Cab ride home consisted of me making out with an Asian girl sitting next to my Dad
So how was the sex with me last night?
No worse than usual.
At least you got some excitement going on, you got weed and might die tonight, I'm just sitting here bored as fuck.
YOu just turned down my vagina. Something must be wrong. Vegas changed you!
Fun fact: I came home from the riverboat without my panties. And woke up with a different pair on.
not being a booty call is very strange. Who knew there was so much time for activities at night!
He told me my car had really nice leather seats right before he jizzed all over them.
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