I have a story that starts with Nutella and ends with sex in the laundry building at RIT.
Let me rephrase. Would it display my intentions too much if i walked all the way across my office and into the bathroom carrying my book
worms taste like bacon by the way.
I always wondered what they tasted like.
Molly wanted me to tell you, "she hasnt shit on the floor in a while" like she thinks its an accomplishment.
They are pre-gaming a trip to congress...not sure how politically correct the group is.
Between the plague n the counterfeit drugs we brought back from mexico I'm not thinking too highly of their country right now. Screw mexican homeless men.
I ate goldfish off your shoulder, I think we had bigger issues
We are without power. He took ALL the lightbulbs out and hid them.
Well she described you as a "Sex-Viking", which seemed to be only slightly related to the red beard. So things are looking good!
I mean, I would have, but I couldn't come up with a logical reason to bring up oral sex during an orientation.
I wish everyone could suck his dick. It was an honor.
Should I tell him how he got the bruise on his ass or just enjoy his theories?
I have in my possession one ukulele shaped package.
hold on i need to sex proof my eyelashes. thank godd for waterproof mascara
There's something about a foam party that makes freshman want to turn their lives into full blown shit shows. And I'm ok with the fact I am one of those.
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