I have a story that starts with Nutella and ends with sex in the laundry building at RIT.
ah. the first shower back home is like a baptism from the sins of the past year
You're the only person I know who would say "we'll play it by ear" referring to a threesome
I made him leave at 3am, he texted me a couple minutes later and said the elevator was broken and he was sleeping in there, but he said I was worth it so I don't feel guilty
I broke up with him in the bar & then asked him if he wanted to have a contest to see who gets the most numbers. I say I took that break up well
i was drunk enough to give the cab driver my number when he said "you talk like you like guys"
I figure a girl that drinks as much as I do should always have pregnancy tests on hand
My father is flirting with a transexual server at hamburger mary's. We can never tell him.
Is it weird that I noticed my lower half feels strange and then further realized it's bc I'm wearing underwear to bed for the first time in weeks..maybe months?
My car windows are covered in lube. Happy 4th of July!
Trying to take a nap and my brain decides to play "lets have flashbacks every time you blew it with a chick in college". It's a montage of stupidity and youthful inexperience. I don't know whether to laugh or cry.
You are the only lesbian I know that needs plan b
I fucking hate them. They came over and sat on me and made out. On top of me. Who the fuck does that?
If one more person says Merry Christmas to me I’m going to take a pen out of my pocketbook and stab them in the eye
The bar brought brought it upon themselves, they played billy joels piano man before closing, it's not our fault the bar isn't a bar anymore, right?
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