You don't understand, Single Ladies is like the Don't Stop Believing of the gay community.
Hurricane Earl: Get Blown party at my house friday! Byob: bring your own bitch/booze. Must have 80s blown hair style, kazoo/noise maker (vuvuzelas/airhorns are allowed), and/or bubble wands. \n
Why am I even shocked you're doing this....
I'm going as Jenn Sterger if she answered Favre's calls and ended up in a trash can. If I don't get laid tonight I'm going to be pissed
I think whatever his name is just puked on the stairs. Just an fyi for the morning. Love you.
if your not going to answer your phone this is just going to be an embarrassment tomorrow
I actually want to hang out with her with our clothes on. That's a big step up for me.
YOU STOLE THE WEDDING CAKE?!?!
Only one tier
Tastes like cardboard anyway
I couldn't figure out her damn button fly jeans... IM NOT A FUCKING ENGINEER
I'll never get why we had to sing the entire full house theme to the cab driver.... never drinking rum again.
So it's ironically funny that my psychiatrist's office and my cocaine dealer's house are on the same street
We're now referring to our nightly Skype time as "strokes of genius." Long distance sucks.
This is my life. Enjoy the view
Sex in your truck helped me start regaining feeling in my jaw. Thanks!
I made the last cup in beer pong off the dude's hat. I also faintly remember rapping Forever by Drake during said game.
when some dude came up to you and said he didn't like your shirt you just looked at him and firmly asked if he really thought that you gave a fuck.
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