I remember going home with 2 girls. Woke up with 4.
he was so drunk he doesn't remember anything. I have to break up with him all over again
Well, I guess that settles the question of how thick the walls are in my building.
He just left me a message saying he left the rest of the weed for me. Did i just get paid for sex? And if yes did i just get paid in drugs?
You asked me to be the big spoon, when you passed out on the stairs
u know how some weekends you just wanna go out and ruin a relationship? this is one of those weekends
I'm trying to spell out I love you with a series of photos of my penis, but I just realized I can't do the Y of you
I knew when her mom came in spraying me with Febreeze telling me I smelled like shame it was going to be a rough day.
Day 1 of "Death of a Liver" weekend complete. It came with flashbacks of horrible mistakes I made due to alcohol. I'm excited for how Sunday is going to turn out.
you took a picture of the hospital bathroom and sent it to me
His encouragement of my recreational drug use is the backbone of our nonrelationship. That, and rough animal sex and loud music.
One of your 'guests' left her bra in the kitchen.
Dude, does it look like any of the women I bring home wear bras?
Basically we had a threesome in one room and a fivesome in the next room. Its what I like to call a win win situation.
What? I'll do just about anything if you give me a sticker.
I mean, I was going to use them for a beading project, but I guess I could take one and let you bat my dick around like a cat toy.
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