I think my favourite thing about cubicles is the fact that I can pick my nose at work
I have a story that starts with Nutella and ends with sex in the laundry building at RIT.
Spider just rapelled from her vag rethinking online dating.
So how was awkward coffee with forgets-your-name?
he walked down the highway for 3 miles at 4 am, and got me coffee on the way. i dont think a blow job would have been enough.
The liquor store wont accept checks from us anymore.
I just discovered the Reese's pieces and sourdough bread sandwich. No signs of coming down.
Buying Plan B right after a lecture on feminism. It's nice to know who I can thank for that right.
Hahaha I don't remember taking it away. But no one should have a sledgehammer at a party. NO ONE.
It'd be easier to list the surfaces my ass hasn't been on.
Every little girl dreams of the day when she picks up her fuck buddy because he's drunk at the gay bar again.
Uh oh we had sex and I don't think I like him anymore help
i'm sitting in bed scratching my boobs and wearing a sparkly fedora and have no one to blame but myself
Nah, I was done when the Big Pun lookalike began to sob and tell me I looked like his ex...
you have 10 seconds to explain why the toilet is full of bread or its ALL GOING ON YOUR BED.
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