I have a story that starts with Nutella and ends with sex in the laundry building at RIT.
i'm smoking hookah in a kayak. how did this happen.
Hookers taste better with whip cream
Maybe we ought to get some pennicillin too
Fair enough
just crush a couple of percocets into it. tell him sam adams came out with a new beer. flavored with sleep.
you know you go to a catholic school when you are rollin a joint with matthew 14:1-12
So, does it mean i'm loose if he can't even tell when he fell out?
i think i figured out where our problem might have started...when we poured more tequila on top of out margaritas to melt the ice bc they were too cold
hahaha or putting rum in the bbq sauce?
I'm also 3/4 on the frats. Its like my goal of traveling to all 7 continents, but different somehow and a lot less morally sound.
I will come over now to take full advantage of you in your vulnerable state.
Fine. I should warn you I just threw up in danas fish tank. Fish are dead. Livers dead. I smell and look like a dead animal. And not showering. So deal with it.
Just so you know, your wedding is in the same place I gave my first bj.
Ok, so technically yes she wore a red tank top to the stoplight party. But under it was a yellow bra and green panties.
Omg one side of my Labia is asleep. Has that ever happened to you?
I took my makeup off with mouthwash. Seemed like a good idea. It worked.
I never want to even look at fireball again because it reminds me of the night I died and then lived to tell the tale of how I died.
my nurturing instincts told me to take his clothes off
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