I have a story that starts with Nutella and ends with sex in the laundry building at RIT.
he like comes into my room and is like..."can you fix my pants" and then just drops trou
His drunken night ended with a "car accident" which really meant he was stuck in a toy car and pushed down the steps.
I doubt the Taliban would support fake nipples.
judging by the pasta sauce and dirty pans i spent my blackout being emeril
She compares her life to Teen Mom. She's 28.
I just had to ask my dad for money to pay for my birth control. I've hit financial rock bottom.
she's throwing a head of lettuce everywhere shouting HEADS UP and trying to get us to play catch with her. i'm scared.
ive got a scarf tied around my face holding bags of hashbrowns to it, im too boss to care
I am literally hand feeding my crying ex boyfriend taco bell. What has my life become?
we made it to hole 3 and then just sat down on the fairway and finished off our case....cheered on other golfers as we let them play through.
No way. Every time you have sex with him you'll end up staring into those eagle eyes and stop mid-orgasm.
well I tackled her when she was going to go upstairs because I was convinced that the house was haunted. You gotta stick together in horror movies.
I had a sex dream about Fox Mulder, and the Royals just won the World Series. My life is complete.
just realized I'll be in a check out line with just Hershey syrup and condoms. I don't know if I am setting a good image for our generation
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