I have a story that starts with Nutella and ends with sex in the laundry building at RIT.
Life is so much better after having sex.
Totally about to meet up with Ryan in an empty parking lot. Expect to fuck him. Yes I know it's 3am. Slutty? Possibly. Excited? Damn right.
What do you mean when you say no pre-party sex?
I went out as a member of the house of Gryfindor and came home as Snooki
Give me one reason I shouldn't put the phrase "sex emotions" into my essay.
No.
You were on shrooms and "the trees are crazy green!" is all you could manage.
Now I don't feel so bad about telling everyone that he's 23 and needs Viagra. It's her problem now
Yes. No, I'm basically a superhero but with drugs. I'm robin hood. I steal from the rich (insurance and drug companies) and give to the poor (everyone I know).
Got paid 100 bucks to babysit a kid for five hours while hungover. I slept the whole time and threw up twice. Yes 100 bucks.
CURRENTLY PLAYING FLIP CUP WITH A WORLD SERIES CHAMPION
You were out of control then you fell asleep on his lap for 30 min and woke up civil. Way to powernap to sobriety!
why is there a porcupine in the kitchen
I might be a bit late, couldn't find my pants and had to go to the police station. Unrelated
And now Google thinks I have a hard hat fetish...maybe I do...
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