similar to the time we made up the game of screaming at the top of our lungs any time a guy any of us slept with walked into the party. that went over SO well.
It's an acquired taste. Like keystone. Or caviar.
1. I feel like Jello 2. The girl i hooked up with last night isn't here and a different girl is lying next to me. 3. I have no clothes on 4. Can guys go on walks of shame?
FYI : beer farts in the morning chase women right out of bed!
it's a "shave your legs in the cvs bathroom" kind of night
I'm lying here drinking water from a shot glass..moving is not an option right now
i'll booty call him tonight after the radiohead concert, that way he can see his favorite band and his favorite vagina all in one night.
You are. Embrace it. But you are the right kind of asshole.
Now I can say "look me up on Pornhub."
We've been walking through the woods for two hours, he just keeps taking pictures. At least we'll remember this tomorrow.
We both fell asleep mid-handjob and he continued to call it "handjob halftime".
Just reintroduced tequila back into my life...so that's happening
YAS SHES BACK AND BETTER THAN EVER
Because you touch yourself at night.
...What time of day am I supposed to do it?
He didn't even get to the first chorus of Hotel California before he started convulsing on top of me.
Forget work, lets run away, rob banks, and have kinky sex with fuzzy handcuffs.
IT'S LIKE YOU READ MY MIND.
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