I molested 6 butterflies tonight
I have a story that starts with Nutella and ends with sex in the laundry building at RIT.
Just saw a commercial bout this girl that lost 54 lbs on a taco bell diet. so thats my excuse.
we've already established he's totally wasted. but now he's just sitting at his computer, doing i don't know what, and he keeps saying "dammmn girl" in a really low whisper
I was going through my mom's high school yearbook...almost half the people who signed it referred to her as "Karen Smokejoints", "Confused Karen", or drew a picture of a joint. I have never felt more like her daughter.
He just referred to himself as a sharp shooter. I had sex with that.
I feel like I've been drunk all of June. And I am in NO WAY ashamed about it.
My mom would probably be ok with my lifestyle as long as she doesn't see that photo of me doing bong rips in a Jesus costume.
He was president of his frat and had a clap on disco ball in his room... or course I slept with him
You don't seem to appreciate the rareness of his junk.
Send me a picture. I'm more of a visual learner.
How are you going to come here and fuck on our couch ? That's everyones couch
I screamed so bad because I thought he was going for my sandwich forgetting it was in my hand
It made me want to take you home, put you in footie pajamas and feed you spaghettios
I have an important idea to tell you when I'm sober about a cat scratching my nose once and what it taught me. DONT LET ME FORGET.
she squeaked mid orgaism. I laughed she cried
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