I have a story that starts with Nutella and ends with sex in the laundry building at RIT.
Now would be a good time to set your alarm to pick me up from jail in the morning.
You three are like the Bermuda Triangle for morals.
Advice for you. Never grate cheese on your counter then not cleanup the scraps, then have your bf over and endup having sex on the counter. Theres literally cheese melted in and around my ass.
how does 'resolution to respect myself more' follow 'he fucks me really hard'?
kool aid jammers and 151...our childhood has officially been corrupted.
She gave me what I will now dub a "hurricane sandy". Loud, wet and sloppy BJ that made me want to stay home and complain about shit on the Internet
someone wrote my own number down on my hand and then call me.
Come to Des Moines on Saturday, handcuff yourself to me and drink a bottle of vodka
well. can officially check "get caught having sex on the front porch by the neighbors" off the bucket list.
I mean when you laced a shot with $200 worth of cocaine I could see why you'd be mad when somebody drops it
I just had sex on my kitchen counter. It's like the American dream
I want a shirt that says, "I'm sorry for the things I said when it was Taco Tuesday"
I spanked her so hard I woke up Grandma
Step 1 was make out with him. so now we just need to come up with step 2.
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