You don't understand, Single Ladies is like the Don't Stop Believing of the gay community.
We Started drinking at 8am and left the bar around 11pm....I hate ALL green things
I went outside for a smoke at 4 and things seemed normal. It's 6 now and the front lawn is COVERED in tortilla chips. WTF?
he just came in and straightened the chair and left again
this islike a room full of reasons why i should be in prison
He had a cowboy hat I don't know where from and he was trying to lasso a snowman with a dog leash.
she added emergen-c to the bong-water bro, brilliant.
he just sent me a picture of his penis sticking through a piece of paper that he had drawn a stick figure with tits on it that said "you"
This is a great bar, except you can't even randomly burst into song without them assuming you're drunk and cutting you off.
he apologises profusely for spelling mistakes in his texts but doesn't care about cheating on me. priorities
I'm sitting next to the guy that peed in our drying machine
I don't like pregnant me. I eat very large burritos, I don't like having sex and I can't even finish a Blue Moon.
Egg rolls and cum. Not my worst snack.
He has great stamina, he knows how to use his tongue, and he's hung like a goddamn Pegasus. I can overlook the man bun.
There is eyeliner on my toilet. Vodka and I have a love hate relationship.
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