I have a story that starts with Nutella and ends with sex in the laundry building at RIT.
sitting in class between the roommates of the two girls i fucked over break. this feels like a bad version of wife swap
I realized i make the same noise when i get a blow job as when i eat pizza
By the end of the night i was making legitimate noises not just saying moo.
He told me he wanted to show me something beautiful, then just started peeing off the bridge into oncoming traffic
Yep I can make a seagull sound. It's identical. I tried it. They thought I was talking to them. It's pretty cool.
Unfortunately hes not a hipster douchebag with no life goals, so naturally I'm not interested.
My cousin is passed out in my room, so I just masturbated in my walk-in closet. Apparently I get off on danger. Make note of that.
Please tell me those naked pics were not your mom. Lie if you have to.
And he's in a frat. Everyone in a frat is gay. It's science.
Well, I guess you are not meant to have this fucking picture of an adorable baby duck.
So what if you don't want to be with your family. Go drink alone and watch Netflix like a normal person, don't be productive!
DO I FUCKING *LOOK* LIKE SOMEONE WHO HAS THEIR ACT TOGETHER!?!? THE ANSWER IS "NO"!
got some info she was last seen with some guy wearing goggles
At this point, I would not mind getting hit by a truck. It would mean I could get this over with quicker.
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