I have a story that starts with Nutella and ends with sex in the laundry building at RIT.
You tied the party balloons to your nipple ring so that everyone would know you partied.
Well I think that's a good thing that I'm not full of someone else.
my roommate just said, "don't look at it, just put it iin your mouth"
He looks like the kind of guy that still collects pokemon cards
The Firefighter Games are going to be in Tampa the same weekend I am. I think God is answering my vagina's prayers.
yeah, and when i walked in on them fucking he said "go away, i'm making sons."
we started pounding beers an hour ago to celebrate our personal snow day tomorrow. vodka shots for u of i's actual decision are on standby.
Sorry I fell asleep again. I'm in the shower now. Door is unlocked. Condoms are in my desk. I want your game face on for when I get out.
The basket that the Naughty Easter bunny left for you at my house might keep us entertained for a little while...
Last I saw, they went for a smoke and only one came back. He passed out outside. I'm glad he's only 120lbs. I left him on the rug still. My mom is gonna be pissed.
If you want it you better put a ring on it. And by ring I mean one of my three favorite pies.
Ive got small boobs, but they sure do like to pop out and party with the big dogs.
you told me you wanted to be a soccer mom with a high tolerance then you put the bottle to your face
I hope that will b the last time i take off my pants in the chemistry building.
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