part of me always dies a little when i go to the "2 women seeking 1 man" section in craigslist's casual encounters to find nothing there. it's tragic
in hindsight, the duct tape banana hammock was a bad idea.
Drunk. I slept-stripped.
By myself.
Well I tried to call you. I was convinced my body was made of wood. But the Xmas lights in my room helped
He was having a "party in the princess castle." At what point do I blindfold him and take him to AA?
Walking in on a gay threesome, with a girl in the corner watching and taking vid is a reason to not only knock, but to never go to Savannah.
feelin groggy baby? need a coffee? vitamins? a nice good fuck on the piano?
The condition was that I had to eat her out to Beethoven
My roommate just caught me cleaning a tostitos queso jar with my hand and eating it. He didn't judge. Bonding moment.
Did you put Adderal in the fishtank in the lobby? The fish are acting like Olympic sprinters. Asshole.
Stop talking and go back to bed. You're in the kitchen in your underwear and slept in your car.
Is it just me or is it like a girl gets married and all of a sudden she’s a “blogger”?
So I came to the conclusion that who ever pour my ever clear out saved my life
woke up to find a case of beer in the oven and a random puppy in the house...guess i had a party last night?
It was great. We stayed up all night talking about objects he'd put in his theoretical vagina.
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