Let's just say there is a bloody hand print above my bed and it's not mine. Literally.
What you up to?
Having coffee. Getting eyefucked. Eyefucking.
Full throttle
Some guys are relationship guys. Not our niche.
I didnt attack him, I heard I threw a chair at him- big difference. And you know Im not a creep so whatever
Apparently Chef Boyardee is the only guy I'm taking home tonight.
it took you forty minutes to realize it was a gay bar.
I just wrote "where Jason is" on the screen. He guessed "hospital" correctly.
he said verbatim, he wants to "bang you hard".
He told me that if I were a guy he'd go gay for me. Honestly don't know how to take that.
Pierced my own nipple last night, and yes everyone did go absolutely nuts
I really want to throw this drink in your face but it was 6 dollars that shits expensive
would it be uncouth to smoke a joint during office hours
This is why you're my favorite TA
Playing pong against a girl who fucked my ex boyfriend so that's how my nights going
Alcohol and IMDB don't always mix with 100% accuracy
My weirdest encounter with a stranger though was when for some reason they just gave me a box of unopened socks. Needless to say, I never used them.
Whoever was the bastard/bitch/genius who duct taped my keys to my dick so I wouldn't lose them. I hate you.
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