it went kinda like vodka, childhood memories, screaming/cursing, fist fight, tears, broken shit, passing out. in that order. tis the season.
Chipotle...archenemy of the gay man. Cockblocking me since 1997
He is in the front yard trying to catch birds out of the air with a fishing net.
while we were dancing I voluntarily took my bra off and hung it around his neck as a necklace. 2011 lets go
I mean we had sex in a crib. You tell me how my night was.
We learned a lot about one another. I showed him around the town I grew up in and he informed me that he has had a threesome and killed a cat
So aparently telling your roommate you're going to spoon them so hard in the public place of their employment is inappropriate
No need to talk. Eventually, he'll either stop coming over, or decide that it's a relationship.
And if not?
...I keep getting free bourbon and great sex with no expectations. You really don't understand that there is no "down side," do you?
After everything you did, you followed it with "Oh God, that's something a high person would do. But I'm not high." So yeah, you're not getting near my stash again.
Whenever we go out my brain flips on autopilot, straight to blackout.
I woke up wearing a lax pinnie under my shirt, a triathlon medal, and a dora backpack... I think I had fun
I think I'm making a tradition of going to every funeral with at least one sex-related bruise. I don't know how this happened.
It tasted better than Jesus's hair.
I think I was judged by a squirrel this morning during the walk...
I deserve a medal for being woke up at 6am on my day off by your mother asking where your brother is
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