I have a story that starts with Nutella and ends with sex in the laundry building at RIT.
i found you on the dancefloor with your cell phone to your ear saying that you didn't like the music they played at the club so you were going to listen to your own
considering I showed up there after a xanax, 2 bottles of champagne and some coke, no shirt and someone else s husband... I'm sure you can figure that one out.
I'm on my way, but at some point we're going to have to settle who gave who crabs the last time
i jsut waqnnna hugg thw crap outa sokme peoplee
don't worry about it. We passed around the "get jeff bail" can 10 min. After you left. We currently have around $400. May I say that people here at the dorms really love you.
She literally got down on all fours and I swear did a 360 degrees head rotation exorcist barf...and then moaned IT WAS THE TACO BEEEELLLLLL
so no, not her best night
that's just what you get for learning massage techniques from gay porn
You need Xanax blowdarts
He let me finish eating my sandwich while I sat his face. I think I'm in love with this little eager beaver.
My friend just got engaged and I'm setting vibrators on fire.
Your life rocks...
I just want him to hold me after a bad midterm. Is that even too much to ask for after sleeping with him twice?
Everyone got an underage but her
How'd she get out of it?!
She hid in the FUCKING DRYER
You planned on giving him head in the shower?
More like I just fell and it seemed like a good idea when I was down there
Congratulations you now have a pet Scotsman.
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