I need a slap back to reality. Or at least a slap back to homosexuality
Maybe I lied like you did about your herpes.
You just left with that feminine looking guy you kept calling "Jessica." Just giving the heads up.
He said he only talked to me because I talk dirty in bed.
GO HOME AND LIKE EVERYTHING ON COLT'S FACEBOOK UNTIL 2007.
Wtf it's a Friday night?
PRIORITIZE.
I'm literally partying with O.J. Simpson's son right now. I don't know what to make of this.
Let's just say a refrigerator got involved and after that I had to send him home.
In need of cum proof mascara. Don't judge me.
I'm getting turned down for sex. Apparently my "sexual appetite" cannot be satiated even by a man who's such a deviant he went to prison for jerking off in his car.
I think sneezing out coked up boogers onto your professor disqualifies you from the "I was sick" excuse
I would sacrifice a finger for two more hours of sleep.
Banana suit guy has an entourage and they're all douchebags. There is no god.
Clearly you've confused me for someone who has their shit together, and honestly I have no idea how you did that.
I told you for Halloween we just need to let the loins free! Let the girth come to us in a flock, drenched with passion!
I screamed "You look like a guy I've fucked!" to your brother at a party... I have some explaining to do.
Randomize
