I have a story that starts with Nutella and ends with sex in the laundry building at RIT.
This is a mass text. Does anyone know what the hell the asian woman at the end of Napoleon Dynamite is doing in the movie
he held my hand while i was giving him head. freud's gotta be turning over in his grave
is it consensual if they're cheered on by a room filled with 30 people?
Any day you don't mysteriously wake up in the garbage is a good day.
Yeah we can't find him. He left a note saying he left and isn't that drunk with what appears to be an attempt at the quadratic formula for proof. He also wrote down his number and left his phone by the note
I chugged a beer while I was riding him and he told me it was the sexiest thing he has ever seen. this guy knows class when he sees it.
What bar did i puke in last night
by bar you must mean bars and by in you must mean on
Check the bible. I hear he keeps his weed in leviticus.
I'm usually good at keeping a straight face, but not while singing a ballad to a stranger in a bathroom.
I wish more of my problems were easily solvable by taking a good long shit.
DO NOT LET HIM TAKE CONTROL OVER YOUR BOWELS
Couch. On fire.
i feel like every weekend turns into a giant blur of i dont want to know...
april was a good month for me, sexually...doubled my number, had a threesome, fucked a girl for the first time and two different boys in one night. there should be a medal
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