I have a story that starts with Nutella and ends with sex in the laundry building at RIT.
I admire the strength of friendship we have that allows for sharing husbands.
Just took a final in the room where I lost my virginity. I think it was god luck.
i just ate an entire onion plain. all alone. i have never felt more single in my life
I am dressing up to go buy weed. I need to get out more.
Its like they don't get that I only talk to them before homecoming, thanksgiving, or any other time I go home. I love highschool girls.
After 2 hrs of driving around looking for him, we just found him sleeping in the bed of my truck with the cover closed, cuddling with the spare tire.
We ate our feelings. Then drank our feelings. I feel feminism delivered.
Braid them armpits, sister.
His ass WILL be my cock's next vacation home.
I wish I had a dick so I could say shit like that.
I started singing I believe I can fly in the shower and it was like the first stage of insanity
blue gatorade loses no color upon regurgitation
I slept with the Australian in the bathroom of a gay bar. What has my life become.
How do you teach a grown ass men how to fuck? Why is good sex so hard to find these days?
For some reason drunk me always leaves sober me a banana in the morning.
Plus you need some new dick in your life, the environment is fucked enough you don’t have to recycle anymore 😂💀
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