I have a story that starts with Nutella and ends with sex in the laundry building at RIT.
I told my boyfriend my favorite food was strawberry poptarts, now my email inbox is getting spammed with nude pics of him with his dick in a poptart box..
Cool, so I just walked in on my grandfather checking his prostate in the kitchen.
There are lots of gay asians. This is better than i was expecting
i'm on the subway and being revisted by the ghosts of tequilas past.
Apparently Bin Ladens last act of terrorism is cock blocking me....
Did you get my bra back of the bartender?
I seriously think we need to revision your idea of 'keeping a low profile'
My dad got me a charm braclet....his way of trying to support my gayness....
The more and more I think about it, the more I realize... it's not ok to just pull over on the side of the highway to pee... I'm sorry I argued that
Yep. It's going to be us, strippers, and drag queens.
A glittery, gay, heavily makeuped, scantily dressed clusterfuck.
I am the kind of drunk to where i can still drive a golf cart
on a brighter note, the cop thought i could kick adams ass if it came down to that and said he had $20 on me if it ever happens
The smell came through my closed door. His farts are made of rendered tires, and apparently, ghosts.
No no no, work drunk and day drunk are totally different. I got drunk with a client and made a huge sale at 1pm. You are still in your PJs and jacking off.
Sometimes, it’s important to take a moment and kinkshame yourself.
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