if she leaves who will i have to secretly talk about behind thier back
I have a ginormous moral hangover. Strip club blues.
Oh well shit happens. This is my not worried face. This is also my still decently drunk face.
She stopped mid hookup to ask me if we'd be done before Taco Bell closed.
It's ok, I may have just peed outside your car and used your whataburger napkins. Hope you weren't saving them for a special occasion.
On a side note Tyler is buying beer from a gas station in a panda suit priceless
To be clear, the next time I wake up with your dick inside me, I will reach down and grab one and squeeze until it pops like a grape. You've been warned.
No. No. No. No one's allowed to fuck in the yurt.
I wrote "fuck you meg" on my toaster strudel with the icing. I call it "passive aggressive breakfast"
I just got the most majestic image of a potato sack full of dildos getting whipped at your head in slow motion.
Wine is the only reason I'm making it in the real world
I'm so drunk I forgot what to do to go pee.
there's a giant awkward home-wrecking elephant in the room. and its name is meg.
yeah. i tried to refuse to leave unless the burger king himself escorted me out. that didnt fly
The ass gains better be worth it
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