He's not gay. He just has bad gaydar and he gaydared himself and was wrong.
Im in Brooklyn, he wasnt 23 or a musician pick me up
Whatever, you were 10 deep and there was a hot tub. No judgment.
We owe the rent and you're unemployed...you're in no financial position to flirt with cocaine addiction.
The more I throw up, the more I am remembering exactly what I drank last night...in order.
I never once brought up his unibrow when he was insulting me. That's class.
the sad thing is, im pretty sure she was serious about giving me head for my falafel
we couldn't find any funnels so we taped a spaghetti strainer to a pool noodle and it worked fairly well
We spent a good 10 minutes in the morning looking for my clothes. I ended up taking the bus home in my 6inch heels and his baggy t-shirt. The bus was filled with kids... one of them whistled at me.
I woke up with a black eye, bruised knuckles, wearing women's clothing, in a house I did not recognize, next to a solid 9. Thank you for making 21 special.
My hair is crimped, I am walking with a roadie, and my vibrator is in my purse. I feel sorry for tomorrow.
stop fucking thinking about him when there is A MILLION OTHER PENISES TO RIDE IN THE WORLD
I think someone cast a spell on the lazy stoner rich boy stereotype and it came to life and called me.
I almost don't wanna have sex with her because I'm afraid she'll steal my hat
I don't remember that much at all. But I guess I met this guy from New Zealand and his dog, and then I punched someone in the face.
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