Steel Reserve is the RC Cola of alcohol. It's never ok.
That's ok. Our relationship has a solid foundation of booze and questionable behavior.
Even my Russian and Serbian roommates think I drink to much.
Like if god were to send me a cock shot, that's what it would look like.
After I gave him a handjob for a half an hour he told me I should be a taxidermist. I'm gonna take it as a compliment.
I can hear her moaning. I'm on some random guy's counter. He wanted me to cuddle but I said I didn't know how.
Update: we are pushing the start of day drinking back from 9 am to 10 am. Minor delay.
Two words that describe last night: naked and backflips.
There was another blizzard last night and at one point I was drinking 3 beers at once. Driving home didn't seem like a wise option
I told this guy in the dining hall that he's a hippie god and he's never made eating yogurt so sexy
I could go for watching some naked price is right. Looks like a good time to me.
Pretend you're in a taco. That always helps me sleep.
Dry heaving on campus is my new low. Also, go pats
During my first week as an adjunct prof, I played a fiercely fought game of squash with a law student and we wound up having hot, sweaty, angry sex right on the floor of the court. She is either the best or worst thing to happen to my academic career. Will let you know.
You took your shirt off at the bar, handed it to a girl, and made her wash your dirty shirt on your washboard abs
tuesdays get the best of me...
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