I have a story that starts with Nutella and ends with sex in the laundry building at RIT.
Not only do prius' look terrible they are terrible to have sex in
He wants to be 'in an open relationship'. Fuck that. That's the online equivalent of letting him pee in a circle around me.
I wish they made helmets for livers.
You kept yelling that her vagina looked like a hatchet wound.
He bought me a flower. He's totally getting head every day for a week.
The polaroid of me taking a test-tube of Jegar out of the gay guys mouth pretty much explains my trip to Spain.
We ended up sleeping in the emergency room for safety (you know, well lit, cameras..) and then an ambulance drove us to the train station around 4am. great last night in australia.
i shit in a pringles can and hid it somewhere in your house....happy hunting
Try to make ecstasy cheese. Capitalize on the molly and greek yogurt trends. MARKETING
Probably TMI here but I just rubbed one out while listening to thunderstruck, almost ripped my dick off.
But I did discover that he's totally okay with going down on me while I eat taco bell so that's a plus, right?
The adults are the big ones right?
I'm starting to notice a direct correlation between blackouts and broken bones...
On another note, I think my upstair neighbor is having sex. How awkward would it be if I showed up to her door with a bag of Chipotle?
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