I have a story that starts with Nutella and ends with sex in the laundry building at RIT.
I just named my vagina "The Boneyard"
More like "Chia Pet"
$3 wine plus diet sprite does not make good champagne.
does taste better than andre tho
Apparently, I woke up in the middle of the night, got up out of bed, dropped trou in the corner, squatted, and pissed on the carpet. When Eric heard, he thought it was the dog and started yelling, and I responded by saying "No no, its okay. It's me."
So two questions...why am I covered in muffins and are there pictures of this.
There's a difference between southern and inbred. She just doesn't know that yet.
he told me he's been faithful to his girlfriend and is gonna try to stay that way. challenge accepted.
and then she judged me for using my bra as a potholder. hard times my friend, welcome to college.
I want to hump her dimples until her face caves in.
So many issues. You honestly need help.
Just make sure my intervention has a theme...
I also woke up in a guys bed in a Reptar shirt yesterday morning staring at a movie theater sized poster of the not as popular Air Bud franchise movie Super Buddies.
I shit myself when I came, don't have flu sex
I wouldn't hate if he could handle a sex only type of ship. I really don't want to use the word "relation" in front of that.
There is a moment when you wake up with a butt plug in when you question your choices in life.
There is also a moment when you wake up in a kiddie pool of jello cubes where you question what the fuck you did last night. Are you still in the attic or did you go home.
90% sure I just sold adderall to my professor
100% proud
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