I forgot how few teeth there are in this state...
oh i have no idea about his personality. i imagine it's the same as it was- except now combined with a receding hairline and a beer gut
you kept saying 'can i put my penis on the grill?' and it was all i could do to stop you. you're welcome, though
i'm glad we're now at the level of friendship where we can comfortably discuss the quality of our shit
He doesn't need to speak English. He needs to speak sex.
Last I saw him was around 10 this morning. He was passed out on the porch with his head under the barbeque cover and there were cups of orange juice around him as well as loose tobacco spread everywhere. Good luck getting a hold of him.
Moment of the night: you were impatient while I paid for the tequila shots and proceeded to lick and salt MY hand for me. This is why we're roommates.
If your relationships aren't working out because she doesn't have a penis THEN maybe you should give dudes another go
its the kind of night you break several limbs and say you were lucky
I can affiliate each flavor of Copenhagen to a different one night stand. I really love Texas.
Looks like I've become the Walter White of my PhD cohort.
you can't just say no to brian. he was bugging me to get me to drunk for 14 hours straight yesterday. HE DOESN'T GIVE UP
He's gonna be so upset when he get's a real job and can't do serious drugs.
It's a shame, really, because he's got the cock of a horse... And the personality of dry toast.
I text the word "masturbation" so much, all it only takes my iPhone to auto-spell it is for me to type "mas".
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