I'm not really sure actually. until I fell in love with a boy (which was just a few weeks ago) I thought my attraction to men was purely physical.
so you were gay...and then you realized you were EVEN MORE gay
I think the phrase "bag of smashed assholes" describes it best
I have 11 glasses of water and one beer on the table infront of me. Have to keep going to different bartends to get more. There are only two though and I think they've caught on
No subtext here. People are naked.
his mom and i are swapping prescript pills..totally mother in law material.
They only knew me as the lesbian that passed out in a bathtub. That's not what you call friendship.
Haha, apparently they frown upon male strippers there. Bouncers couldn't catch me tho.
You went streaking and came back with your shirt inside out. Then said "it happens in the line of duty" and passed out.
If you asked me 10 years ago where I thought I'd be today, I can pretty much guarantee I wouldn't have replied with "buying hemorrhoid cream on Bourbon St at 7am"
Are you two whores ready for me to turn the light on so you can see what you came home with last night?
He wrote me a Haiku titled, "Let me touch your butt".
My walk of shame is starting to become positively reinforcing; I stop by Starbucks and when I leave I look someone just heading to work.
My dreams last night were filled with sex and quidditch.
Nate is still in lock up because when the cop informed me he'd shit his pants in the squad car I declined to post bail.
How do I tell my boss I have slutty fantasies about him, me and his conference room table?
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