I have a story that starts with Nutella and ends with sex in the laundry building at RIT.
WHO ATE OUR COOKIES WHAT THE FUCK THOSE WERE GOURMET
Today in class was pretty awsome. I dont feel like i have to throw up and im actually paying attention. This is a first for friday
i made sure i dropped the whole "im a yoga teacher" bomb which basically roofies a guys sense of judgement and guarantees he will sleep with me.
Mowing drunk should be an olympic sport...
Somehow I managed to make my Dunkin Donuts uniform look slutty. And I'm not even wearing hoops.
I'm customer of the month for a 3rd time now at the Wine store. I've achieved so much in my life
i wish i coudl send you meat via computure
please hold off on going into labor, i might need you to take me to the free clinic
Hostess is going out of business we'll never survive the apocalypse
I don't know what to say to that. All I know is my vagina is trying to jump through the phone.
Holy shit, we're married as fuck.
yeah, i thought because of the nature of his job he would have been better at it, but i guess there's a difference between a bagpipe and vagina
Can't be considered a walk of shame if you pick up donuts on the way home
My boobs weigh the same amount as 25 pancakes
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