and that's why we call him explosion in my pants. no one remembers his real name.
well, atleast the road to alcoholism is fun.
we're taking a shot everytime we receive a "Happy Thanksgiving!!!!!" mass text. up to 7 since 10am. God help us.
imagine how many guys you'd have sex if you didn't recieve your monthly gift.
Just mixed my liver cleanse with Bacardi. Best. Thing. Ever.
I have blocked the memory from my mind. He is just a fuzzy cloud floating with my other bad decisions..
it's been dubbed the summer of antibiotics
Give us adventure or give us cock. Or cocktails.
Super awkward that I just now realized I added no verb to the first statement about super hero porn. We were watching it, not making it. Clarity.
So what's going on?
We hit boys town to get stupid. I mean invading Iraq stupid.
There's a whistle here and I just want to play my whistle song on it.
you can't let guys come on your chest and then hog my blanket
If you can handle my post-party look you da real MVP
Our orgasm ration was 1:45. No. Fucking. Joke. I thought I was going to die.
I'm a delicate orchid of a man.
Blossoming into a fierce dragon.
Randomize
