I feel like I've been hit by a train. I woke up this morning covered in wine, free condoms, and a sign language dictionary.
I love that we get drink and call each other crying. It's kind of our thing.
that's the ideal party shoe. cute, but i can still puke in them.
the bottle said: caution extremely flammable. so that was my motivation.
We got really high and decided it would be a good idea to wash towels in the dishwasher. I left before I could see the final result.
Just so you know you don't have to worry about me picking up any guys tonight. The Hilton is hosting guests from the North American Gay Volleyball Association and the Comic Palooza
Give us adventure or give us cock. Or cocktails.
You have all been randomly chosen to participate in a new game called: how high was I? If you have any information about this or about where my clothing items went give me a shout. Thanks an good luck.
And have you ever tried to explain a hickey to your own grandmother?
You told the cop you where the star of the Track team and tried to run away. So yeah, i'm not surprised.
Get this. He's a red head and he works at country oven bakery. He will forever be known as the gingerbread man.
I'm beginning to think that women just have dogs at home as an excuse to leave ASAP after hooking up, without sounding like a typical guy.
I know I don't have feelings for him because I feel completely ashamed every time after we have sex
If you're going to be single forever, you should try the quesalupas at Taco Bell.
He totally just went there for sex cuz he slept in her roommates bed the rest of the night after they were done...
pure definition of booty call.
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