I have a story that starts with Nutella and ends with sex in the laundry building at RIT.
Guess which guy you've blown just made me sandwich at subway?
my goal is to masturbate without thinking about my exbf.
apparently we spent 30 minutes inside that big Nike store turning all of their Duke gear inside out. for some reason the employees didn't stop us.
i wish i had a super power and that that super power was shooting out mdma from my fingertips or something
You get to be the grown up. Leave a ciabatta by his face.
So your bra was hanging in the Christmas tree last night at some point I think
I just picked up a hitchhiker so karma will be on our side this weekend. Hahahahahaha
No.
So it's safe to say that it's all down hill from here
Do you mean easy livin or downward spiral of alcoholism and disappointment
That's probably when I climbed a tree and told everyone I was an ornament
Dude...are you really going to start sexting during our friend's memorial service?
Blowing a married man is so much more important than a 12 year olds basketball game.
I have rug burns on my nipples. Thanks for being an awesome wing girl.
I hate csi yet I find myself watching a full marathon. I am also eating hotdog buns stuffed with barbecue chips and they are quite tasty
I finally realized he drank way too much when he tried serenading me to the song "come my lady" while slowly and creepily making his way toward me...keeping constant eye contact.
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