I have a story that starts with Nutella and ends with sex in the laundry building at RIT.
i always forget that thursday isnt the weekend in the real world
Just looking for some anal play. An attempting to read atonement. The highbrow/lowbrow divide is striking.
she uses eco-friendly sex toys. she is the literal definition of a hippie.
what are we doing this weekend?
I have enough booze to get us through Armageddon...which basically means that on Sunday we will have to make a trip to the liquor store.
he asked me to "shake his dick" when he introduced himself, playing naked football with you in our living room. $100 says you two get married one day.
It's pitch dark except for the glow sticks, someone turned the heat up as high as it would go and the bathroom is flooded. Also think I just stepped on someone's face.
It felt as if we were fucking on a sea of baby feet and morgan freemans face hair
The walk of shame is a lot easier when I'm at a music festival and it's 12 feet from his tent to my tent
You are living the dream.
I just want to smoke this blunt and eat pizza rolls while watching The Price Is Right with you.
I'm going to preface tonight by saying that I'm sorry for tequila, shopping carts, and having to chase me.
I just walked into my kitchen and my little brother is standing with his face two inches from the clock, staring at it, and eating an apple. I asked wtf he was doing and he just goes "the hour hand is moving VERY slowly".
excused from jury duty. THAT hungover...
Wanna go get tea? Warning: I will be high in an hour.
Ok, you agree to the terms? We can have sex, but this doesn't mean we're back together...it just means we're working on things. Got it? Sign here.
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