I have a story that starts with Nutella and ends with sex in the laundry building at RIT.
i'm in the guys across the halls apartment. i think 7 MIP guy wants me. he just got a medical marijuana card. might be worth it.
I think I'm cybering, it's been a while and its more in depth than it was in 8Th grade.
I know for sure he's a bro because he closed the door so my gf didn't see me hooking up with her cousin.
I'm soaked in beer, and I think blood. Why did we think we could tap a keg with a hammer?
Well idk about you but my nose is all recovered for the weekend.
Apparently unused tampons can also double as things to bite down on during public sex to prevent screaming...
My only expectation is honesty. And three orgasms every time.
New hot neighbor boys moving in across from us...So i did the logical thing and bought two 30 packs up the hill and walked right by em. Consider the line hooked and ready to reel.
Yeah, I only wore tennis shoes under the gown. Way cooler than khakis and a shirt, but much more awkward when my parents wanted to go to dinner immediately after the ceremony and my grandmother started to unzip the gown. Stopped her before it was too late, but barely. My dad just rolled his eyes.
Did I run into a tree or get punched in the face?
Both.
Woke up this morning naked, wrapped in a bath mat with a wad of singles on the table. I'm calling it a win.
I was trying to remember why my knees hurt then I remembered I was twerking on the countertops.
Hungover. No words. Just memes.
My mom found my empty case that I hid in my room and just said "now why don't you be a responsible underaged drinker and throw it in the recycling" and walked away. I'm in shock.
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