I have a story that starts with Nutella and ends with sex in the laundry building at RIT.
Its where this guy sticks a jar up his ass. Be prepared to be suspended between vomiting and cheering.
I don't even know why I got my vag waxed
Ugh, tell me about it. As each day passes and the hair grows more, I get a little more depressed.
day 8: i just gave goat a piece of pineapple soaked in rum. as an animal science major, im ashamed. as a normal person, it was awesome.
I will never get the visual of you crying while chewing christmas lights out of my head
Im pretty sure it started going awry when I asked their mom "How much would it cost me to sleep with your daughters"
Lol i have proven this trip that I can meet a chick and fuck her within 72 hours no matter where she lives
You were telling me last night 101 proof was nothing and you needed 400 proof or better yet military or marine proof, because you're marine grade.... You rascal.
I'm puking in a turkey pan....
I like how zombie Abe Lincoln and hooking up with a girl were on your same thought process.
and if planning a fake elopement keeps me from fucking strangers and doing drugs, i think it's good for me
You said "I'm not gonna waste my last condom on you" last night.
Not only do I have a well-defined bite mark on my arm, but I also have a perfectly clear bruise of a handprint wrapped around my arm like a tribal tattoo. Thoughts on how that happened?
Typically a man doesn't buy a woman a drink in hopes of her laughing at his penis, but no one said I was normal.
you were peeing in her backyard and some dude came outside and looked at you and was like "thats not a pee spot" and you said "well it is now" then i joined you. Forever poppin squats <3
No. It's going to be "I'm mad that it took you so long to get over here" angry sex.
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