yeah my walk of shame consisted of driving on the wrong side of the road at 6am still drunk with cum drying in my hair and left eye.
As gay men are we obligated to learn the Single Ladies dance.
you were sitting on the floor cleaning up your own puke and telling my mom she should hire you as a maid.
It was like watching Stephen Hawking try to swim.
I'm proud of our boobs and what they could potentially achieve in life.
literally the only thing you kept saying was "i wish i had a beer keg vending machine that accepted hugs as payment" and everytime you said it you rubbed the urn her grandmother's remains were in
Oh and in case you were wondering it is not a good idea to eat weed brownies and then go out to the bar. When I got off the bar stool my high had just hit me and I felt like Bambi taking his first steps
So you met him?
More like I walked in on him, drunk, naked, and doing "bathtub yoga". Please stop bringing your dates home.
Too much alcohol and too many lesbians. I can officially say I have regrets now. At least that's something.
When you sober up and come in here, I'm in your bed because you pissed on me in mine. So fuck. Off.
My team for a project is gonna have weekly meetings at a bar. yessss. they will do all the work while i thor hammer down beers.
The multiple male orgasm is a real thing. I've seen it. I've caused it. I called him a unicorn.
you grabbed the breathalyzer at dinner, blew a 0.20 and told the waitress you'd eat her ass
Googled 'how drunk am I' and it was NOT helpful
there's a giant awkward home-wrecking elephant in the room. and its name is meg.
Randomize
