You don't understand, Single Ladies is like the Don't Stop Believing of the gay community.
woke up with 15 BAGS of hot dog buns in my passenger seat... jameson strikes again
I got out of bed with her to go smoke a bowl with her roommate which was fine but I passed out when I went upstairs to take a piss.
Yeah.. she's probably not gonna call.
Dude, just look at these fucking curtains and chill out.
i woke up to banging and pieces of ceiling falling on my face
i'm half naked talking to a cat. you don't have to justify your life to me.
No. I'm just saying it shows no signs of stopping. My dad was a man-whore well into his 50s.
I'm pricing out a roll of that wax butcher paper. We fuck too messy and I can't afford to wash them every afternoon.
I was kind of torn between "Wow, this is awkward," and "Wow, my therapist is hung."
Weird come down, just saw a woman on the train go to grab something and realised she had terrifying hands. They literally filled me with dread. I don't think I'm ok.
YOU DON'T JUST GET TO CALL AND SAY YOU MIGHT BE DEAD, THEN NOT ANSWER!
I'm going as your incestuous sister. If thats not the perfect winglady I don't know what is.
I accused the cab driver of smoking weed in the taxi then I remember it was me.
Meeting up with one of your students at your drug dealers house is always an awkward moment
Because, after all, nothing quite says life in 2020 than doing laundry at 9:40 on a Friday morning to make sure you have masks and underwear.
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