I have a story that starts with Nutella and ends with sex in the laundry building at RIT.
I got so many pubes stuck in her braces that when she yanked her head, I cried out like that one girl you "accidentally" rear-ended last week. Bald spots are battle scars.
You don't think I'm weird or immature right?
No I think it's cute we had sex on your Bob the Builder sheets
We got blackout for the alumni dinner, and then walked THROUGH the keynote speaker, managing to still say "excuse me".
4pm on a Sunday....roomate fucking like a wildabeast while I have a organic chemistry study group in my kitchen.
Unless you have figured out how to blow me through the phone don't drunk dial me.
HOW LONG TILL THESE DRUGS WEAR OFF. I WORK IN ONE HOUR, I REPEAT, I WORK IN ONE HOUR.
You mAke me stone. Stone fuck fucking stoned. I'm an stoned you cuz now fucking stoned stoned fucking stoned I stone.
I applaud your efforts, but I have to say it was the bear we encountered that ultimately shut down the entire operation
I just want to emotionally destroy him but also find out how big his dick is so this is perfect
she pointed to my dick and said you are going to save the world
I'm just gonna put on a documentary and throw up
Talk about having your cake and eating it he has basically demolished the whole fucking bakery
ABOUT TO MAKE THE BIGGEST MISTAKE OF MY LIFE, SEND HELP
Have fun and good luck.
And somehow i feel like your expectations will turn out to be illegal in some way.
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