I have a story that starts with Nutella and ends with sex in the laundry building at RIT.
Breaking personal boundaries is my trademark
Why am I a bad person? You were the one trying to get people to eat tape.
It took 5 minutes to find my bra.. in his car.
Dude you were sitting on a bench on the street with her for 45 minutes thinking you were on the bus
We all make mistakes. Just lock them up deep down inside your mind so they can surface as weird sexual fantasies it takes your therapist years to decipher when your 40
Instead of getting a taxi some gay black guy drove us home. He is trying to break into the taxi business
Way to promote small business.
If it meant we had chicks like that every weekend I would gay marry the shit out of you dude
i think the sex is so good because i get a contact high just from fucking him
He sends me pictures of his dogs and I send him my tits, it's a win win situation
If my drunken penis pic is ever to be forgiven id like to start over with all that
If I don't wake up tomorrow you inherit my paycheck and can only spend it at cinnabon
I think my dick has healed enough that we can start having sex again
i woke up to drewlling on a plate of eggrolls half naked halfway between my bed and the floor, and i have no idea where my pants went
So, I need to know. Why did you spraypaint your underwear gold?
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