I have a story that starts with Nutella and ends with sex in the laundry building at RIT.
She's NOT homeless...she graduated early.
Do you ever just think "I could really go for a good 30 minute blowjob". I do. Everytime jill smiles.
I held his ankles while he hung off the top bunk attempting to get my pillow that fell off.
we're using his nephews tonka truck toy as a cooler for the beer
Chicken salad taco, you know, when you're out of bread and crackers, and high.
No, I did not fuck him for football tickets. I fucked him for tickets to the superbowl. I'm not that much of a slut.
I couldn't find the bathroom last night...so I wrapped myself in the curtains and stuck my butt out the window and peed from two stories up. Thank god I don't remember.
I apparently insisted on hugging all the bushes and apologizing for pollution on the way home.
Ugh I need to clean my floors/walls/ I actually don't understand why boys get drunk and pee on things
Next time one of us has a party everybody has to wear a diaper. But actually you just need a shit ton of disinfectant wipes and maybe a hazmat suit.
The owner was showing me around and pointed at one of the bars and said "this is the one you're allowed to dance on. I could tell you wanted to ask." DREAM JOB.
In tonight's episode of Travis' Fucked up Sex Life, Travis breaks into a building at Tulane to have sex with an attractive Asian man.
That's why i need nudes. Plutonic nudes.
falling asleep on a hardwood floor changes a person
I'll be back in a hour going with Jason to get his nipples tattooed back on again
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