I have a story that starts with Nutella and ends with sex in the laundry building at RIT.
I don't understand why we need a holiday to become more aware of boobs...
i was in the bathroom puking my brains out, a girl walked in and said "i just came to do the same thing" so i told her i would move over and share the toilet. its better than being alone.
the last 2 times weve had drunk sex ive had to get the morning after pill.. he's turning into a real expensive fuck buddy.
If Bret Micheals dies..will VH1 have to go off the air?
Why did 20 jello shots in a row sound like a good idea last night?
I can't find the keys to get out of my front door, there are random socks in my bicycle basket and I can see a plastic handle of cheap vodka sitting on my porch. oh, and my head just broke u with me.
you passed out while setting up your phones timer to time how long it would take before you to passed out.
I'm not sure I can continue to condone our having sex in all of your friends' beds
Or maybe I'll just keep introducing myself like, hello, they call me iane because I need the D. Applications are submitted online, women need not apply.
The multiple male orgasm is a real thing. I've seen it. I've caused it. I called him a unicorn.
I got pulled over by the same cop in a 4.5 hour window. Got off both times. Fuck yes.
What's the blow job-backrub exchange rate these days? I've got some killer stress knots
I got a pots and pans set and a vibrator. Merry Crisis.
I wouldn't have found her if it wasn't for the vomit trail leading into my brother's room.
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