I no longer want to be the gay that plays in the revolving door at RelationshipDale's like a seven year old with a.d.d.
Just washed my feet between classes in the bathroom...Four girls totally judged me...
I got a 69.7 in accounting. I have this whole doing the bare minimum down to a science
we may have ended up at a gay bar on accident. we're gonna work this to get free drinks.
stopped you just in time from sledding down the roof.
I have reached the point in my life where I realized this is what I'm going to do for the rest of my life. Eat, shit , bar, drink, drank, drunk.
He came up behind me making dolphin noises in my ear when I noticed a collection of hors d'ouevres from the reception earlier in his jacket pocket
I will never doubt you again...he IS perfect for you
Bro. Some kids just drive-by judged the shit outta me.
My goal for the night is to see your housemate's one lonely teste.
The heart of my unhappiness in my job is that it's not a place where coworkers and I can draw dicks on everything to amuse each other
All I am going to say is this: I woke up with lots of bruises on my knees from running around on all fours being a 'dinosaur'. Either girls night in went terribly wrong or terribly right.
He got in a shopping cart outside of home depot and insisted we push him down a flight of stairs. For science.
I had fresh baked oatmeal cookies, tacos AND was on deck to give a stellar blow job. You'd think that'd be a win/win/win situation.
On my way to return shoes I bought so that I can afford to buy a pregnancy test. Is this adulthood?
Everyone needs to leave the house so I can use the good vibrator without being judged.
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