I have a story that starts with Nutella and ends with sex in the laundry building at RIT.
Just shaved my legs with toilet water in a walgreens bathroom. I am so classy.
Last day of classes. 1st day attending every class. I'm proud of myself
Remember when I was so high that I thought my appendix burst? All I had to do was fart man, just fart.
They'd unbutton the overalls with their lesbian-tongues. It wouldn't even be a problem.
my knee is completely bruised from kneesliding into the bowling ball. bowling for creativity points was a win
we drunkly made out in the middle of the street beside the homeless guy playing the flute. Not how I imagined our first kiss.
Day drinking is so dangerous way too many construction workers out there to flirt with
I was sat at the table waiting with a glass of wine reading my book and the hotel staff gave me a goldfish in a bowl and said 'heres your date for the night' !
I have bad memories with every alcohol but we manage to work through the problems for the good of the relationship
I woke up with what appeared to be LSD in my pocket. Know anything about this?
if you're the one who put those dollar bills in my bra last night, thank you because I just used that money to get myself a coffee
At one point I was convinced he was a snake and was going to eat me And I just accepted it
She's hot and all. It's just I don't want to become Eskimo brothers with my sister
So is it your turn now to pretend like dating someone else would stop us from fucking?
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