I have a story that starts with Nutella and ends with sex in the laundry building at RIT.
Watching this movie and saying "drink every time you see an animal" was a bad idea...circle of life...holy crap
People were autographing me. I'm like the spring break yearbook
So for a second i just thought clitoris was a disease.
I'm doing laundry in pjs and heels, home alone with my margarita bucket.
The drunk people on this bus are singing Journey songs. This is the whitest thing I've ever experienced
That guy is like a clown car of sexy. Just when I think I've seen it all, THERE'S MORE.
AND SOME IN THE TRUNK.
I'm more worried that you thought licking a pole on Bourbon street would turn me on
Also I'm so used to having sex with river guides that when he pulled out a condom I was actually surprised
I'm pretty sure that's why we have such good sex because we are secretly trying to kill each other
Awk moment when I forgot to tell my hookup about visitor parking so he got towed
He is such a generous lover, I can look past the fact his name is fucking Bob.
just blew him in the library. I am a classy dame
I'm a mess. I mean I almost got off but I'm a fucking rubics cube down there so il givenhim the point
I had such a bad bruise on my knees from blowing him so much, he asked if he could sign it...
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