I have a story that starts with Nutella and ends with sex in the laundry building at RIT.
i just threw up a quarter into the urinal in the bathroom at the bar. everybody else stared then cheered. that drunk
No, I'm in the bathroom trying to scrub off the 16 tally marks on my wrist so its not so obviously to the world that I puked on a couch last night.
What are you doing? Did I punch you in the face last night?
So I'm seriously not complaining - but I just fell ass backwards into a Tuesday night threesome. Sober
What the fuck could you be doing in that room to make her yell "Beginners Luck!" over and over again?
but im not going to tell the owner of the penis of my dreams how to wear his hair.
In case you're wondering what eggs stolen from an elementary school's chicken coop taste like, delicious. Delicious is what they taste like.
He and I are in a competition of who can sleep with the most people at work. We're tied at two. I could win this if they'd stop hiring damn straight girls.
I'm laying in my bed in the fetal position with a bag of frozen peas on my head and the bathroom trashcan next to me. Fucking tequila.
By talk things out did he mean have passionate angry sex?
we went book shopping, so yes this relationship is going to be about more than sex
i just cleaned my bong... I do not feel healthy
Well, let me first tell you that jack and cokes were ONE FUCKING DOLLAR.. It's like the club wanted me to make poor choices.
I like that they’re all named Christopher or Chris. No need to worry about moaning during!
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