I have a story that starts with Nutella and ends with sex in the laundry building at RIT.
I went from a chick that didn't like to have sex to one that can't get enough of it. I can't believe I'm going to say this but at 27 I think I need a happy medium
Things got a little weird when he fired up his homemade flamethrower in the living room.
I feel like my vagina stays drunk longer than the rest of me. It's always super sensitive and hungry the day after drinking.
Dude.. You paid a stripper $50 to listen to you cry last night.
Never again. I promise. My old gay body can't handle that much adrenaline twice.
My only expectation is honesty. And three orgasms every time.
Are you proud of yourself?
ask me again when I'm drunk. Then fuck off.
Neither a grow-er nor a show-er. More like a no-er. If he didn't have testicles, I'm not sure you could tell he was a male, even standing there naked. There will be no second date.
She came out of my bathroom wearing nothing but high top Converse, a leather jacket and a tongue stud. I love rock bars.
Bring me a cialis. .. I feel like having a super dick today
I would wear his ballsack as a hat if he asked me to
If you gave someone an std. would you say a muffin basket, a candy gram or an edible arrangement is a better choice to send them?
My neighbour just came round to ask why we posted a spatula through his door at 3am. What do I tell him??
yea, she was legit pissed that her rasberry vodka ice cubes never actually froze. but we couldnt convince her otherwise.
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