I have a story that starts with Nutella and ends with sex in the laundry building at RIT.
What do you say about some mid-afternoon anal?
I'm going to write a book about John. It's going to be called big dreams, little dick
what was i supposed to do!? wake up and actually ask her name??
did the hipsters beat you up because you are more ironic than they are?
i know you like preteen girls so i'm gonna offer you some advice...dump a bucket of glitter on yourself and walk into the sunlight. they will come running.
I don't think he understands the importance of corndogs. Or condoms for that matter.
the ball fondling will be left out of the trip recanting
I'm stranded in the Hampton area. Looks like I'm going to have to take one for the team and pass out by this applebees.
My goal of the day is to not shit myself. That's it. Setting the bar real low
you know who we are? We're the female white stoner version of Kenan and Kel.
Pavlovs bj experiment 2012. Welcome to the program.
You kept mumbling that you could become one with the carpet as you proceeded to give yourself the worst carpet burn I have ever seen
Hold on... Are we having an intellectual conversation about porn?
Yup
I love us.
I am literally watching TV with sunglasses on because the brightness hurts my hangover
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