Just threw up at the table during our Father's Day dinner. And I managed to get quite a bit on dad, so that was nice.
I have a story that starts with Nutella and ends with sex in the laundry building at RIT.
M WATCHING THE HISTORY CHANNEL AND IT SAID THAT WHEN THE LUST PART OF THE BRAIN IS ACTIVATED THE JUDGEMENT PART IS NOT. THIS EXPLAINS SO MUCH.
I tried douching with a turkey baster. Not the brightest idea.
i caught him jerking off, doing his SAT Prep. forever alone.
I would have to gauge my vagina to make it fit.
We were both halfway out the window trying to give each other high fives over the roof while the dude was going 150.
Theres a guy in your room wearing a franzi box costume and some girl is in the box giving him head.
She actually was beyond drunk but she for some reason kept calling herself a demigod and made me drive her to a bookstore
most desperate stoner moment might have been when we filled the bong up with pond water
desperate times, desperate measures
No I just rolled on the floor giggling. I think that's the equivalent to a post sex victory dance.
Thought about you all night last night, then I fucked the shit out of my boyfriend. Win win for me.
Took off my bra at the laundry mat to throw it in I am officially white trash
his daughter has his phone and goesss ohhh boobies and shows me a picture of my own tits...
That's probably when I climbed a tree and told everyone I was an ornament
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