Conclusion from last night: Sometimes being classy isn't as fun as making out with a guy on a pooltable in a bar. Happy birthday, Canada.
So what's the moral of this story? Aside from 'lesbians hold grudges'?
I told my rommate that he was pissing on his bed. He said "ok man" and took a step backwards and continued. He then went back to bed.
kerrys trying to convince everyone in the bar shes a lesbian. cheers to not being the drunkest girl in the room. i probably wont piss myself tonight.
I feel like you just avenged me for every guy who came in my hair
I don't know why girls would even talk to someone as drunk as I was.
sex in a ball pit. and I thought ghandi did great things.
he was terrible at kissing, so i just kept letting him motorboat me. he seemed very pleased with my choice
Fuck I keep finding new battle scars from our fight. Justin told me I stabbed you with a broom handle.. Do you remember ripping my pants off?
I'm petting the cat while shitting. This is all I ever wanted
And then we made magical love in his room under a blacklight as his roommate and girlfriend argued violently in the living room
He said I looked like a ballsack and I tried to choke him out with my Ghostbusters pajama pants. Happy fucking Halloween.
I just had a man tell me he was going to think about me when he was fucking his wife tonight. This is my proudest moment as a gay.
high I am. I am yoda. Yoda I am
are you comparing glasses to pregnancy
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