you went around and groping mens pants to see "which was worthy" of you to go home with.
If someone cleans their bathroom and shaves their crotch for you you kinda have to admit the relationship to facebook
This is the prime rib incident all over again
Apparently I mistakenly called the hair club for men at 3am... they called me back this morning.
I may or may not have just sent the bartender a pic of me in my slutty cheerleader costume with the caption "rah rah ree, gimme yo d"
Dude you were sitting on a bench on the street with her for 45 minutes thinking you were on the bus
Is it a good time to tell him he's getting too clingy if he sent me a picture of my name spelled with Cheerios?
So question, would you consider it morally wrong to grind up Cialas and put it in ones cocktail? Then I get what I want and he doesn't have to be embarrassed and he can win the mental game with himself? I'm only thinking of him...
Best case scenario: sex with hot bartender \nWorst case scenario: no sex and punched by tattooed guy that may or may not be said bartenders boyfriend.
I smelled him yesterday and almost relapsed he's like cocaine
Uh do you have my pants because I have yours
Yeah plus that night got so disgusting it's basically a repressed memory anyway
I love the smell of your bedroom. It smells of a mixture of cherries, leather, and unrequited homosexual desire.
Right now I'm laying face down on my carpet in my living room in the darkness sending work emails from my phone.
It's a glamorous life.
Dear Andy-the problem is not that I slept with your girlfriend, it's that you didn't know she's a lesbian.
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