Well, let's be honest here. You're dealing with gay guys... EVERYTHING has an emotional attachment.
On my way home I stopped at target and bought beer and galoshes. I am a planner.
Just watched a guy puke off his bike. Beyond impressed. He didn't even swerve
I'm being responsible and going as a gay, slutty Mormon missionary. It's responsible because I'll have a bike helmet on for when I fall over because I'm too shitfaced to stand upright. It's safer than Count Fagula. I just need to come up with a line equal or greater than "Blaaaa I want to suck your dick"
You insisted we help some homeless guy put up posters for his missing pet alligator so we left you there because they were really just Chinese takeout menus.
We'll find out our level of friendship after tonight. You'll be helping me move a body. My body.
your sister totally cock blocked me last night don't even think about inviting her to taco night
Ya know what's been the best part of this College Football Season? Not having to hear Brent Musberger say the Honey Badger 77 fucking times.
You are an awesome peach made of glitter.
drinks after work?
that question mark offends me.
My hookup from last weekend apparently got arrested today... his roommate just tagged me on facebook asking for bail money.
He shit with the door open. I think that means we are in a realtionship.
My trash can is full of used condoms and girl scout cookie boxes.
If you needed to get laid tonight all you had to do was ask
I asked what it takes to be a good delivery driver, my new boss said "always keep these in your vehicle" as he handed me a flashlight and a blunt. I'm going to like this job.
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