I have a story that starts with Nutella and ends with sex in the laundry building at RIT.
Drinking at work by myself... My boss just walked into me copying my face on the copy machine..
HE HAS A FUCKING TWIN. HE HAS A TWIN. I'M NOT DRUNK THERE IS TWO OF THEM.
She just looked down there and said "i breed horses. this is better than anything ive ever seen."
You handed J your Mayan-pocalypse shopping list and told him he wasn't getting laid unless he brought everything on it. Where is he supposed to get a live goat?!
'twas the night before moms weekend and all were blacked out. Not a coug was sober not even farm house. I was down to fuck but you were not in sight, so I bid pullmania a sweet goodnight.
him crossdressing on the weekends is awkward but not a deal breaker for me.
I'm putting my hangover kit in my car for the trip to work tomorrow morning. Dedication
Well at least I still have a burrito in my pocket.
I had jack at 8 am= instant drunk
He understood my need for pizza was more important than my need for sex. He's the one.
a large sweaty girl i dont know is sleeping in my bed. A scotish man and a small child looking dude are on the couches im on the floor sleeping and im ok with it
I'm so glad I can be everyone's guide to the world of fucked up kinks
God damn. You sleep with one 40 year old married dude and suddenly you have “daddy issues”. Fuck all of you.
I don't think you could pull off being mean.
How do you think I'm still single?
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