I have a story that starts with Nutella and ends with sex in the laundry building at RIT.
i walked into the party and i guess everyone knew because they began to chant "ass to mouth"
he just came in and straightened the chair and left again
My corndog is like a popsicle of bread. A WHOLE. POPSICLE. OF BREAD.
We were naked in bed for hours and we didn't have sex. Either he's gay or he wants to respect me. Neither of which I approve of.
I had to break up with him he didn't understand my priorities. I'm sorry but Saturday nights are for pot and Doctor Who. I'm not going to change who I am.
You puked on my feet last night. You owe me a pedicure.
How drunk is she?
She's trying to French braid the dogs hair, there's no stopping her
I should be rewarded with oreos for not turning into a raging cunt.
Waffles and pussy, what else is there?
I am so sorry. Not sure for what, but whatever I did last night probably merits an apology, so I'm covering my bases.
I'm getting paid over-time to sit on reddit and look at dicks and abs all day. I'm really happy right now.
I mean, I already saw his dick in person and wasn't impressed so why is he sending me a picture of it, anyway? I hate re-runs!
I'm sure he likes you too... but your boyfriend is kind of a cockblock
I did put on a shirt to start the night, right?
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