I just saw a commercial for "tickle me elmo hands" and I am almost 100 percent sure that at the end elmo said "yeaaaaa boooyyyyyy"
So guy #2, the dancer, is programmed into my phone under the name H.uy. His number- 11 digits. I should have stopped drinking.
oh i have no idea about his personality. i imagine it's the same as it was- except now combined with a receding hairline and a beer gut
Think worst case scenario and then dress sluttier
We're all in the kiddie pool on the porch. Fully clothed. Watching porn. With my manager.
You need an intervention. You fell into traffic walking home.
Not really. Birthday weekend. Totally jusifiable. Besides I didn't get hit. No harm no foul.
I do believe at one point I was dispensing medical advice while wearing your sombrero and a hulk hand
Who would've thought that Monopoly night would've ended with some girl peeing on the couch.
theres too many punctuation errors in that text to turn me on.
This means I've slept with 2 ppl that live in vans...my life is complete
you don't even have a vagina so you don't get to tell me what to put in mine
So my POF profile is full of Archer references. Only guys who get them will be getting any response to their messages.
You asked to borrow my glasses for a moment. Then you whipped them at someone's head.
Don't worry I sent a creepy stalker message to a guy I slept with 6 years ago, Sunday Funday rock bottom
God doesn't care if you're a paramedic, you can't do that to someones cat and still get into heaven
Randomize
