Damn. That makes sense
I know im like the sherlok holmes of sexual problems
You left a skid on my bar stool!!!!
Oops! Sorry about getting stool on your stool!
he's got a countert top full of yard sale blenders so id say maragita wednesdays is a go.
She crushed my hand with the box spring last time, so it's all good.
We could be hammered at a childrens film. You failed me
there's still three solo cups of your puke in my basement. so that needs to be solved at some point.
Hahaha my philosophy professor just opened class with "I had a shitty weekend and I was at the bar until 815 this morning. So bear with me".
I know he is still a student. I am not asking if his being an underwear model makes it more ethical, just less prosocutable.
And the cockring thing wasn't sexual.
Drunk and alone at a magic show is what my life has become without you
Pretty sure I got pink eye from the strip club. There is also still beer cans rattling around in my shower.
Are those your contacts stuck to the mirror?!
Yeah. Drunk me tried to put my contacts on the mirror where my eyes were.
I woke up at 6:30 in the morning on the A train on 14th street. You wouldn't know anything about that right?
Turns out dignity is priceless and Plan B costs $41.09
You were telling everyone in the bar that Jess gave you scurvy.
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