The funny thing is... I'm about to go to the store to buy WD-40 and condoms... That's it.
And before you ask they are unrelated purchases.
Admittedly I was a little ambitious with some of the positions but you walked in during the worst of it.
some guy just pulled a dress out of a fax machine...I have no idea what the hell is going on
i fucked her mom dude
there's something to tell the kids
we have to get out to the bar earlier. all of the guys are already committed to the girls they're going home with.
From the prices on this menu it looks like I have no choice. I have to blow him.
We will have to go big on the 4th! Nothing says independence like the impending doom of an ankle monitor
As far as figuring life out your talking to a guy that's alternating text messages between his baby mama and a drunk bitch I met tailgating. My best advice is don't worry about shit out of your control and always and I really mean ALWAYS wear a condom.
I don't remember anything past "we have 15 minutes to drink this keg."
I found an HIV test/information brochure on the kitchen table and what i can only assume to be an "I'm sorry you might have AIDS" gift bag, complete with a candle and popcorn, and I haven't seen you in 36 hours. You good?
my grandpa is going down the line on this prom picture, and telling me how big everyone's nipples are... he was spot on for me.
I am the sex elephant in the room. Again.
A fair warning: I don't think a cop will let you off the hook just because your birthday is on New Year's Eve
The problem is that you are trying to hold on to some dignity. Let it go. I hope your rash gets better.
i can't hookup with him because someone else bit my vagina
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