The walk of shame isn't so shameful when you do it in a stolen, autographed Favre jersey.
Life is so much better after having sex.
we were going to warn you, but we veto-ed that idea somewhere between "this is the stupidest thing we've ever done" and "let's order a pizza"
oh yeah I know that guy. he's legit. slept in my closet a few times
Oddly enough when I decided to stop whoreing myself out... I lost most of my companionship.
One blow job doesn not make me gay.
If it's not soft enough to fuck on, then we're not getting the new rug.
not sure if I should be concerned that my brother just stormed into my room and looked at me with a serious face and said, "I'm a peacock, you have to let me fly." oh, vicodin...
I fucking give up. OKC is where small penises go to disappoint me.
I've made a list of places I want to have sex this summer. #1: Reptile House at the zoo.
I came to the party for him. I don't know where he went, but I mentioned being hungry and his housemate brought me a huge tupperware container of berry cobbler. I think I'll stay.
My snow day: told Cam, "we're not dating today, we're just roommates." No bra, boxers, drinking whiskey by myself for the past 2 hours, yelling at The Ultimate Fighter reruns from 3 years ago.
You could totally spank that new found Catholicism out of him.
On a scale from 1-10 how wrong is it to request "I Hit It First" at my ex's wedding reception?
Definite 12.2 but worth it.
I figure I since I made out with him that I at least had to save his number in my phone.
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