Everytime we come here you have an ex here.
some kid came into the principals office and tried to explain what he was sent there for through interpretive dance.
i've decided that sluts are like cars. they may look good as hell on the outside, but you never know what kind of shit is hiding under the hood.
I remember seeing LSAT prep books and thinking "Whose room is this? I should be hooking up with them instead."
i've never seen someone face fit so perfectly in a toilet bowl
I get credit on the assist, you can thank me by taking a pic of her ass under the covers and sending it to me. It would make my YEAR
Hardly remember what he looks like and the man has seen me passed out spread eagle. I begin this journey with such a disadvantage.
It's not an office Christmas party until your boss confesses his undying love for your boyfriend...
just saw a guy snowshoeing to the liqour store
was it you?
...yes
Dude, i just watched a drag queen dropkick a motherfucker. this is a good night.
Thank you for helping a fellow gay friend today. You are sublime and deserve free tickets to the Ellen show
You would think a husband, a boyfriend, and a vibrator would be enough. But sadly it's not
No. I'm sorry but once your "would go gay for" list exceeds five people, you're bi. Get over it.
Is using La Croix as a mixer for vodka a legit way to reach my daily water consumption?
I felt like a slutty ass cruella devil driving your old car, And I got in a fight with your wipers
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