If this place produced love children they would be born wearing Lilly Pullitzer with raging coke addictions.
woke up in a shopping cart using a keystone box as a blanket. how was your night?
My Hamptons summer hookup resume reads like a walk-in clinic waiting list.
On this egg donor form, it asks "In the past 5 years, have you had sex for drugs or money?" It only gives a yes or no option and no place to explain myself. What do I do?
I understand that I gave you a nose bleed with a cheeto last night and for that I apologize
I'm having horrible flashbacks of being groped by Pauly Shore.
We need to get sombreros so I can give them to strippers.
Is it hot in here? Is the room moving? Its moving. The room is moving. Its spinning like a top. Have you ever been covered in puke? What are you doing?
I did the walk of shame wearing his scrubs. Fucking med school students is the way to go.
If you don't wanna wax my ass just say so.
The doctor basically called me a dirty dick.
"I'm a professor to university students" I say as I realize I have a nipple piercing that I have no memory of getting
im about to go through the checkout with 3 flasks and a wedding card. let the judgement begin!
update: cashier guessed cash bar before i could say anything. completely bypassed "dry" and knew cash bar right away. i love this state.
You handed me your heels and said, "barefoot running is all the rage." Then you proceeded to run home.
YOU UNCULTURED BADGER
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