I have a story that starts with Nutella and ends with sex in the laundry building at RIT.
I just recycled a years worth of liquor bottles. I can feel my alcoholic carbon footprint shrinking
throwing condoms aimed at his crotch probably isn't the politest way to ask for sex
that was probably me. ive bitten a lot of people.
He said I went to go sit outside and is promised I wouldn't leave he brings me a chair and I'm gone. He found me stumbling a half mile away in my socks
private study room at the lib turned into byob study room. that turned into battle royale and eric impaling his leg on a pen.
we played dirty jenga the drinking edition... some girl really just broke a rib? how do we even go this hard
As long as I don't spend the half the week passed out/fucked up on Klonopin and no one dies, this will be the best week I've had all semester.
I'm currently sitting beside my brother who is taking a bath and feeding him nachos while he covers his genitals. If that's not sibling bonding then I don't know what is
I wish I knew the extent of my injuries before I climbed over the fence. Might have avoided the need to purchase a cupholder for my wheelchair.
Worst case: you're extra horny, have no control of your mouth or actions, and maybe murder someone. Child's play.
I just destroyed that poor boy. Picked him up and put him wherever I wanted, it was like the Pride version of Elf on a Shelf.
wow bdsm is so cute
Her vag MUST be made out of starbursts or something equally as delicious.
It was weird, it was like my heart got a boner. Is this being an adult?
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