You don't understand, Single Ladies is like the Don't Stop Believing of the gay community.
I kinda remember trying to staple rolls of toilet paper to make a pillow, but it's blank after that.
We were running down las vegas boulevard at 8:30 am with our beers cause we were late for our flight
Smoked Hookah in the playhouse last night. Childhood was so fun.
I'm approaching homosexuality at an increasingly alarming rate with each break up.
We called dibs on each other's genitals. That bond is unbreakable.
My internship group is made up of all freshman. Their enthusiasm for education and social interaction sickens me.
I'm basically flying you out for a long weekend of sex and going to the zoo
I'm cool with that
I just watched a stripper purchase $43 of Rockstar and corn nuts. Godamnit! We need helmet cams.
So he came on my stomach this morning and I totally forgot about it until after you poured that body shot.
I wanna get a tattoo next to my tattoo that says, my ex did this so don't fucking ask
If you don't sing 'dust in the wind' at my funeral, I'll haunt you forever
Did you get drunk between now and two texts ago?
Do you recall asking me to zip line through your wedding dressed as a bleeding angel?
Sextember may be over, but Cocktober is just beginning!!!
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