I have a story that starts with Nutella and ends with sex in the laundry building at RIT.
He like poked it twice with the tip of his tongue then left it alone. I'm sad.
I had to puke in a pizza box on the drive home. People saw.
Knee deep in strippers, everything is comped. will try hard to be there at 8. i promise.
he met me at the airport with a welcome home sign with a grilled cheese, PBR and a blow job on it. i missed america.
He tried to say "god bless your heart" to the stripper but it came out "god bless your pussy"
I forget the details, but I'm told that I drunkenly stalked him around floor yelling obscure Jewish laws at him
For some reason i am carrying prostate cancer brochures. i am nor used to drinking this early.
They tried to dine n dash at dennys and the waiter jumped on their car and broke their windshield
Hooked up with an ex Playgirl model. I feel like the universe just high-fived me for staying sober.
I wore wrist and ankle weights while we had sex. Does that count as working out?
Thanks for the Beyonce article. In other news, I just passed a man with the state of Florida tattooed on his face.
Three times. Three times I left home yesterday in search for sex, and three times I returned un-orgasmed.
Rarely does a man I fucked with upgrade from me
What do you want. Tryin to service my husband like the good wife that I am. It is bj Tuesday
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