I have a story that starts with Nutella and ends with sex in the laundry building at RIT.
You might not want to sit on your couch. Actually you may want to throw it away. My bad.
I just gave head in the laundry room on campus. He said it was one of the best moments in all of history. Take that, neil armstrong.
After walking in on us in the living room, he still insisted that he slept in my bed with me afterwards.
I legit just said "vaginal access denied" then told him his password hint was "tequila shots"
There's puke on my pillow. I'm still wearing my wedges. And I have a cab drivers number clutched in my fist.
The only pictures I have are of me being stoned or me looking like a man, which do you prefer?
Would "deck the halls with penises " be an appropriate event title? I know peni is the plural but flow of the tongue as well
I can't help that I bring out the sex in people
If you magically turned into a tall white gay guy, ignore this message. If not, then I'm sure someone has your fb password.
I don't know what's worse the fact that I woke up with a clit piercing or the fact that I didn't pay for it.
I just don't wanna be that girl with no ride and no pants
No that one bar I got kicked out of got closed so that technically doesn't count
Never has jello made me angry to the point of drinking. But here I am.
You were in the girls bathroom yelling at some random chick because you thought she stole all the urinals. That's why you were kicked out.
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