so the car was packed with everything from my dorm, plus my mom. during the 6 hour trip home she found my kama sutra. started flippin through it.....
oh shit that had to have been awkward
i thought so too. until she asked what the check marks were for
I have a story that starts with Nutella and ends with sex in the laundry building at RIT.
No vaginas are yucky and I don't think you're old enough to handle one yet
so do the steelers give the refs blowjobs at halftime or after the game?
Beer bonged 7 shots of Jameson. I title this night short stories with tragic endings.
I can't be the first person ever who had to explain why her bottle of orange juice had a picture of a screwdriver drawn on it
He managed to get his pants on, so the cop just sat there facing us with his lights shining in the car. I made shadow puppets.
Found crayons in my cigarette pack. I can't help but feel you may be responcible.
he built a boat made of joints. holyyy shit
I am fine. Katie thinkr i broke things pole dancing. I am coherant.
Put cigar in mouth backwards. Plz remind to check for scar in morning, can't feel it now. Screwdrivers are like morphine.
She's trying to put on her dog muzzle on her self
Unless you can blow me and bake me a pie at the same time, im not impressed.
That isn't the worst part. It got a bazillion times more awkward when he read me a poem he wrote about his dead cat.
He only has one ball. it was like fucking a cyclops.
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