I'm about two and a half drinks away from gay.
I'm coming over.
The make-up sex just reminded me why we broke up in the first place.
You need to come get me. I'm pretty sure that gravity's going to crush my brain
He kept spanking me and talking about biomedical science.
Aw, you fucked a pre-med? you're moving up in the world!
I saw him coke blaxckout on the subway at 9 this morning yelling at people callig himself the gatekeeper.
But fine, we can play that game. You can come over and we can have totally platonic, long, boring discussions. Or we can fuck. Whatever.
No, listening to the fray and drinking a bottle of jack daniels does not count as counseling
Why have her stay eight hours when I only last eight minutes?
U should feel bad.. u r like a sex politician. All talk and no follow thru
At least I look tastefully trashed. My nipples are hidden and I'm standing up.
At what point do you think my baptist preacher of a father will clue in that my brother "bringing a foreign exchange student" for thanksgiving means "bringing his european boyfriend and they'll probably fuck every night" for thanksgiving?
Any day that has a special name thats capitalized means you need to need to call in sick and get day drunk. That's why they are there.
I may or may not have puked in the ladies room. Now I get to convince my client to go to substance abuse treatment. Oh, the irony.
Just for once I'd like my first interaction with a new GP to not be an obvious sex injury.
he's single and there are thong briefs.
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