I have a story that starts with Nutella and ends with sex in the laundry building at RIT.
this party is like a fast-foward into the future when im 40 and married with children
there's a lady drinking out of a red cup in class. HAPPY FRIDAY
its impossible for me to find something that fits my tits my muffin top and my ass all at the same time
I want to start this convo out by apologizing for the broken toaster.
I dont know about you but I'm not getting out of bed this summer for anything but food or sex
Chris used to fill up a Camel Back for thirsty Thursday. God I really miss him, do you remember when he gets out of jail?
So, I without a doubt haven't used the bag I'm now carrying since we were dating. Just had to discreetly throw out an unopened magnum in a bus station.
He made me a flamingo drink and now I don't know why things are the way they are.
I can check masterbating in China off the bucket list.
He's so sweet...I can't see him enjoying that I got injured during sex.
He ate me out while watching Fifty Shades of Grey---needless to say I'm locking this down
final thoughts: i just want someone into choking me out, weed and anime
My saturday night consisted of sewing my Halloween costume and watching Blues Clues
You actually...sewed your costume?
Through a complicated series of events, I wound up in the desert with a blue chick from comic-con. we lost peter. if you're alive, please come get us.
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