I woke up this morning under my fitted sheet and my legs through the sleeves of my sweater.
Can I have the boy from 16 and pregnant's next baby???
Henry's handball, Tiger Wood's Car Crash, Roger Federer losing ... That's it....I'm throwing my Gillete away
I feel like the only solution to this is to get naked and lay in the shower for a hour then see what my penis wants to do.
Come, dress lightly, bring tequila...
the paramedics asked what clubs id be in next weekend so they can plan ahead.
It was rough. I have dried puke in my hair and I don't know if it's mine or from the girl I met on the ground waiting for a cab.
I ran into cvs barefoot with my belt undone and shirt buttoned wrong and didn't even have to ask. The guy working pointed and said "they're back there."
That's how I look going for the pbr.
So I'm texting her. How do I steer the conversation toward "I honestly would be fine never seeing you again"?
How hard is it to grasp the concept of 'I lost an impromptu saber bout and so I have to make a macaroni map of Soviet Russi, including Kazicstan'!?
It's like fucking tetris in this bed
The cop looked me right in the eye and apologized for cock blocking me.
Kids parked next to me are getting it on. I'm eating chicken nuggets listening to Kanye alone. Happy Valentine's Day.
An "unreasonable amount of ejaculate" isn't a reason to be angry at me.
That jawline could fucking have its way with me.
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