I have this horrible feeling I'm going to blackout tonight & only be able to say 'wasabi bobby' over & over again.
Im mastering the way to pass gas silently.
he has cookie breath... dont trust fat people.
It ended with me crying and eating pizza in my closet.
Well, let's be honest here. You're dealing with gay guys... EVERYTHING has an emotional attachment.
You told me you were allowed to keep eating butter because it had just passed midnight and you were on the next day's daily fat servings
at the last minute we also decided to throw an egg in the beer bong. and he drank it, shell and all.
I just sit in the cubicle for 8 hours and do keagles.
Last thing I remember was a hand in the pants. Then I woke up next to a full beer and a McDouble, which I promptly had for breakfast.
I don't know if I should feel proud or ashamed of myself...ashamed for making myself a drink at 6:15am or proud for actually being awake that early.
oh man that would be weird.. i feel like we should do dirty things before anything super intimate like a massage.
Buying drug test kits off amazon. And qualifying for amazonSmile donation to a kids hospital feels wrong and funny at the same time xD
no i'm going to the dr today, he fucking banshee-shrieked in my ear as he was coming and now i can't hear out of it
I'm getting drunk off Malibu and watching Drag Race and it's only 2 in the afternoon. I'm the poster child for sad gay men.
Yep, you're going to hell.
I take on this great possibility with a beer in one hand and the girl I'm gonna fuck later in the other
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