I have a story that starts with Nutella and ends with sex in the laundry building at RIT.
I decided that just having that story under my belt and being able to tell it to my grandchildren is worth the regrets of the evening.
There is something about weddings and lines being done off my ass
Her inability to understand the word "moderation" is the achille's heel of an otherwise perfect human
I made him ride the giant pony statue in my friends little sisters room before i let him get in the bed.
How do the freshmen here NOT understand the tricks we are playing on them by now? Doesn't bode well for grad numbers. Idiots.
All I want to do is fuck in the bell tower before it leave this school. Is that too much to ask?
True. On an unrelated note I helped post bail for both of our ex girlfriends last night. Russian roulette: guess which one is pregnant?
We play beat the clock every morning. When the alarm goes off, she hits snooze and drops her panties. If I can't finish in time to beat the snooze, she jumps in the shower and I've gotta jerk off.
My logic for bringing him home was, he's in law school so odds are he wouldn't kill me.
At what part of the night did you guys leave?
After my hot tub cannonball.
i just woke up to her giving me a toothy BJ so I had to break into your bedroom and steal about 4 condoms. Sorry for waking you. :(
When I type "sleep" my phone suggests "with Trevor". My phones an asshole.
He sent me a pic and then I suffered dick amnesia about the rest of that
The night went downhill somewhere between the time I was triple fisting smirnoff and when I was throwing up in the yard in nothing but my bra while he talk to me about mashed potatoes
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