I have a story that starts with Nutella and ends with sex in the laundry building at RIT.
everyone made a circle around them and startd chanting fight fight. they wernt fighting, they were dry humping
Too late. I'm going over there. I'm a bad example for all women: Do as I say, not who I do.
girls just need to accept the fact that i'm going to make out with their boyfriends
I don't think so, think I've only met him once, the night I lost my teeth
Also, at 1:30 I emailed myself saying, "are you there Margaret? It's me, god"
I mean, on what planet are nipples suppose to look like that?
you showed up at my door at 3am, handed me a bag of cold chicken nuggets and said "lead me to the non-irish Siobhans," do YOU think you were tripping?
On the way home there was a guy passed out IN the road on Colfax with his pants around his ankles, completely bare assed. If he was dressed as a speed bump, he succeeded.
Blowing a married man is so much more important than a 12 year olds basketball game.
#tbt to when you let me put plastic wrap on your balls and hum a little song
My saturday night consisted of sewing my Halloween costume and watching Blues Clues
You actually...sewed your costume?
My hook-up from last week somehow found me at the club, saw the girl I was trying to fuck, kissed me right in front of her, and walked off.
I had a good weekend too...although I cried about the dog in a drunken stupor last night...not one of my finest moments, but it's all water under the bridge.
If he isn’t into CosPlay he will be after tonight. That naughty nurse outfit heals broken hearts
Randomize
