I have a story that starts with Nutella and ends with sex in the laundry building at RIT.
"romantic friends" sounds more classy then friends with benfits
i just woke up at 8pm naked in my bed, with a fresh haircut. I wonder what barber i went to.
Should I feel bad that my boyfriend pays for my birth control and his friends get to reap the benefits?
Yeah kinda weird. My grandparents are here for dinner and I'm chilling on the couch close to tripping out on pain killers. My pap asked me how works going and I prettymuch drooled on myself as an answer.
Just took a shot of tequila with a random guy at the supermarket. Happy cinco de fourth.
he tried to give me his business card but gave me his health insurance card then realized it and offered to take me to the strip club
I'm eating those little wheels of cheese and watching storage wars, this is the opposite of sex.
I don't know. Something about answering "what did you do on Sunday?" Seems odd when the reply is, painted, went to the grocery store, put a restraint device on my bed.
She's in the bathroom. Literally just told me she could make a guy cum using just her words. Not bad for Sunday brunch.
He picked me up in the very car he devirginized me in, his moms toyota.
He yelled "CARLI LLOYD" and then kicked the cake off the table. Soccer is making monsters out of us.
I was just seen throwin up on the bookstore building near a trashcan by parents. Naturally I throw a thumbs up and say go college
I woke up to rachel asking "did anyone else fall out of a tree last night?"
The blonde cop looked at my license and told me I better have be home when her shift ends
I hate you
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