So is chris hansen cool in person? Or is it just awkward while you wait for the cops?
Fiestas. Its like a classier verson of mardi gras.
both roomates are passed out on the floor. I feel like I'm missing out on crucial bonding time by sleeping in my bed.
He just kept muttering to himself "stabby stabby stabby stabby" while we were boning. I will never be boning him again.
In the 30 seconds it took me to leave the bar I let the barback motorboat me, ripped open a stranger's shirt and bit his chest, then made out with El Camino dude. No, I'm not coming out tonight.
He asked me "did you used to go to church" while we were having sex.
OH. MY. GOD. FUCK HIM. JUST GRAB HIM AND FUCK HIM.
I posted her number in the m4m casual encounters area of Craigslist.
I guess her always saying "gay men love me!" will finally get put to the test.
Last night I dreamed that I got eaten out by Lego Harry Potter.
Apparently I called him, said "vodka" and then hung up on him.
It's like the dark age of my sex life being stuck here
I'm only bisexual one week out of the month. Nothing like ovulation hormones to make the genders of my hookups seem completely irrelevant.
Once someone takes a shit in your toilet they are no longer a guest.
will you help me invent vagina-safe pop rocks?
He ate me out on a washing machine in the 24 hour laundromat. Whoever watches that security camera footage is getting a show!
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