I have a story that starts with Nutella and ends with sex in the laundry building at RIT.
He was crying to my sister about feeling like a bad person. Then he groped my breasts.
I think I just sold my virginity for plane tickets
I love my boobs, they're the only thing that supports me. They make me a solid 6.
after last halloween when i met that 26yr old guy from russia who was hot until we madeout and he became obsessed with touching my forehead after the ecstasy he did and then tried to sell me pills from an m&m mini container, i think im staying away from parties downtown
For public speaking we have to bring an object that describes us to class. Can't decide if I wanna bring a flask or a shot glass.
I love you more with every blowjob.
You should write for Hallmark.
Beer and cheesecake and spinning in cirlcles why did you let me do this to myself
It's a toss up. They'll either laugh and watch you drunkenly fuck on the beach or they'll throw you deep in Mexican jail.
I just sent Brandon a snapchat where I wasn't wearing a shirt but had a rooster drawn on my boobs that said "cock block" and laughed for 10 minutes I have problems don't judge me
You brought string cheese to the strip club
Omg my butt feels so much better. Those suppositories are magic. It feels like Jesus fingered me in my sleep.
Remember the girl I had sex with in the dorm stairwell? She got married!
If you think that liquor is the way to shower sex then you're right.
And then I woke you by humping you to Lionel Ritchie.
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