I have a story that starts with Nutella and ends with sex in the laundry building at RIT.
did we hook up?
no, because you kept repeating "itty bitty titties" when i took off my shirt
It's gotten to the point where even copying off yahoo answers is still way too much work.
I have fifteen cents in cash and 80 cents in the bank. BUT I have weed.
Bruises. Everywhere. Table sex is dangerous
Makes Sense, i generally dont want the same person two days in a row. Its like what i pick for supper, i like variety
You told the cop you where the star of the Track team and tried to run away. So yeah, i'm not surprised.
We did hand stand push-ups while beer bonging. Its now a thing
I can't tell if I have the Pizza Hut shits or beer shits
WELL THEN WHAT DAY IS IT?!?! This whole having to choose between ruining my future and ruining my liver is totally killing my vibe
It's almost sad. It's like the Harambe of vagina stories really.
Well, the night started out with you ALMOST falling out of a tree. Then we went back to the tree after about 9 shots and you DID fall out of the tree.
One a scale of one to hella drunk, how gracefully can I make it down those stairs
How does it make you feel that I can't control my vagina around you?
IDK if she's gay or not, but there is something about the way she looks at me that says "do dirty dirty things to me." I have no choice but to oblige.
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