i just realized i have an entire drawer dedicated to the clothes of guys ive shacked with...
It's an acquired taste. Like keystone. Or caviar.
after last nights cooking expirments i have lost all faith in the fire alarm battery
he put $150 on the cabs dash so 9 of us could pile in and ride 3 blocks to the apartment.
Also, I'd like to add that that I'm not quitting my job, my boss fed me shots at 11 am this morning.
Well the police had to intervene and I couldn't exactly feel my legs by the end of the night, but I'd say it was a successful Friday night.
I tried to sit on a barstool last night...it was an open trashcan.
Bathroom attendant appreciated that hug I have him as a tip. Fucking BROKE these days.
It's a goat... but where the fuck did it come from?
I'm so hungover. I just keep eating the otter pops I'm trying to use to get rid of my hickies.
Last night I was this close to hooking up with someone called "Handjob Pat" dubbed for the time he paid $150 for a handjob in Canada.
I am an advanced cybernetic robot sent back in time to 2013 to fuck my wife senseless for hours on end. Have you seen this wife?
Eddy, if you don't want to roll play then say so. This is just obnoxious
I'm sun burnt so instead of getting drunk and trying to sleep with you, how about we get naked and you scratch my body and rub lotion on me while I rub one out?
I'm kind of upset that he wanted to have sex instead of watch Harry Potter. I mean it's Harry fucking potter.
There were 16 girls and 31 titties. That’s how the club was. Lance doesn’t get to decide ever again.
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