I have a story that starts with Nutella and ends with sex in the laundry building at RIT.
the only thing coherent you said from what i saw of you is when you were throwing up, i asked if you were done and you just "uh huh you know what it is"
I had to help you off the toilet floor because you couldn't get up, then you threw your drink on the floor and just said "oh dear" really calmly.
more embarrassing than that time i showed up to class in my hoodie and leggings because i over slept, and then as i zipped my hoodie down i realized i didn't sleep with a bra on or a shirt
I hate him. I fucked every one of his friends AND his fat brother and he still won't break up with me.
Nothing says happy gameday like waking up in only an ACC Championship shirt in the qb's bed with a different football player
I was about to attempt a citizen's arrest on my RA
Did u smell a guys dreadlocks in the McDonald's drive thru line last night or did I dream that?
Are you coming to class or was the dick pic this morning your way of saying not today?
You fell asleep mid blowjob with my vibrator in your HAND. So no, I will not bring you pizza.
Props to you. You took the bet seriously. Making out with her for an hour right after she spewed
We tried to do sophisticated last night, but our low class kept shining through.
No it's like. I don't respect you. And I think you're a terrible person but. I still wanna bone it out.
Today I made my parents proud-spent the afternoon floating around in their pool drinking beer-which I would ask my nephews to get for me out of the fridge
He sent me the milestone first dick pic this morning, it looked like a baby's fist holding a tree trunk. I'm frightened and aroused in equal measure.
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