I wish I could google chicago male strippers on my work computer but I don't feel like talking to HR today
Your dick is once again the conversation topic.
I could hear his roommate in the background imitating my sex sounds...
He told me I took off my shirt, asked for the latino thunder and jumped on him. I want to question this but it sounds too much like me.
well at that point we were just fucking to keep warm.
So you met him?
More like I walked in on him, drunk, naked, and doing "bathtub yoga". Please stop bringing your dates home.
I just conducted a skype meeting drunk and in the middle of a cornfield. I don't even think they noticed.
you strike me as the kind of person who when they spill something on their lap they take off their pants and eat it anyways. right off the crotch seam.
She failed the Charleston discretion test, although puking in her armpit was very innovative.
I really enjoy how cavalier you're being about your chlamydia
Nothing says besties like laying naked in bed hungover arguing over who is getting the pants
Yes. That was the exact moment of my conscience clicking into instant high alert.
You kept asking us from the backseat if you were driving ok and then you kept talking to your hiccups and yelling at them to "stop it already!"
He looks like an accountant with a secret kinky candy filled center.
Don't forget to bring $1s for the strippers. Make it rain!!!!
Thanks, mom, will do
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