I have a story that starts with Nutella and ends with sex in the laundry building at RIT.
He jizzed my face. I had to ask for a washcloth. He ran his underwear under the water and handed them to me. Not so romantic.
i'm having a wet tshirt contest with myself and yet i'm still losing
You got so drunk you kept singing the Sailor Moon theme song and kept making everyone call you Sailor Venus.
and when he finished he handed me a baby wipe so i could clean up. i'm ok with the fact that he has kids, but not sure how to react to this.
Why do I feel like the only way for this trip to end is alcohol poisoning?
Please make the clown in the corner stop judging me. I mean he's the one with paint on his face. I don't need him judge judying me.
We legitimately thought something was wrong with you until someone pointed out you were just doing the thriller dance
I mean I don't object to weird looking penis as long as it gets the job done. I just need to get it in. I'm gonna be humping chairs soon.
Me and two guys that I made Eskimo bros all soberly slept together in my bed
They gave me patron and potatoes I couldn't say no
i had a super strange, mommy/daddy issuestastic, mildly freudian, i-might-as-well-become-a-stripper-now-and-stop-fighting-the-inevitable dream last night :(
ah lol cocaine is strange when I dose I feel like an elephant running through a grocery store
Do you knowhow much it sucks to puke in an automatic toilet? Not fun.
Ew.
It takes talent let's just say that
He lasted less than 30 sec. in bed and then sent me a friend request on LinkedIn. Wtf.
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