I just googled maps his house, and took the virtual tour back to my apartment, just so I could visualize the walk of shame in the morning
found POGS while I was cleaning my room this morning. Definitely bringing them back to school to turn into a drinking game.
you told grandpa to call you daddy
Dude... there's chunks of hair all over the floor, and no one knows how they got there. You guys just made out right?
You opened a bottle of wine with a shoe and a wall last night.
i promise the blood crusted on your tits is from him motorboating you after he tripped into the pool stick. nothing else.
Im just saying it can't be that bad if he drove himself to the er. We'll head that way when we finish playing scattergories
Like, actually questioning if you ate dog shit last night
Ok. Here's the plan. Take your hand (whichever is closest), summon all your nerve, and just stick it right down his pants.
I love you.
The sad thing was my husband told her its ok to make out with me. Bar Tuesdays will live on regardless.
I may or may not be setting up an encounter with a foot fetishist just because I'm curious.
I want to see a guy holding a pizza and a bottle of scotch and a box of magnums. I'm a simple woman.
His dick isn't even good enough to be this much of an asshole
You have not lived until you've slid down a waterfall fucked out of your mind. Fact.
I woke up to a huge bag of McDonalds breakfast, a cup of coffe and Advil. The note read "yeah its a one night thing, but I felt bad so here you go. Thanks"
He just set a new unobtainable standard in one night stand etiquette.
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