I just got hit by a car. I'm fine; I'll be to the bars in about 15
Chipotle...archenemy of the gay man. Cockblocking me since 1997
I had fun. Till he melissa etheridged my ass and came to my window.
My boobs grew. They knew we were going to vegas.
We didn't have beer, so we played mini-beer pong with shots and frozen peas.
I am never taking advice from you again. The high heels in the shower were a bad idea. I orgasmed and almost drowned.
That's the last time I do shots near a campfire.
I have too much respect and admiration for my dick to put it into a situation where he could possibly be killed
Life isn't about who you kiss, drunk, at midnight. It's who you text nonsense to, sober, from the toilet.
Ok, so technically yes she wore a red tank top to the stoplight party. But under it was a yellow bra and green panties.
New low. Just realized I hooked up with a guy from Grindr in the hallway of a building my great grandfather used to own..
We had sex on his grandparents floor... the taxidermy deer was staring at me the whole time!
The time stamp on this text message is reason enough alone to not leave me unsupervised
I'm not sure if I should pay him or he should pay me, but someone should get paid for the sex I had this morning.
I've been getting a lot of emails from patron lately for being a great customer. Is that awesome, or should I start thinking about seeking help?
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