There are traffic cones in the living room. One of them is yours.
No. You are not the Kate in this relationship. I will do what I want.
He had the Transformers symbol tattooed to his chest. We had to do it doggy style so I could laugh into my pillow instead of his face.
at the last minute we also decided to throw an egg in the beer bong. and he drank it, shell and all.
using the campers leftover pizza money at the bar. Definition of great counselors right here.
Overall win. We all know who got to sleep on the concrete outside of Denny's with you.
She kept grabbing my head and told my faces to stop shaking.. Also, she kept whispering something about seeing flowers in my eyes.
It was kicking off big time until you crawled out the bar on your hands and knees. Nobody wanted to mess with that.
You kept chewing on the empty milk carton and saying "kitty" over and over again. It was an interesting night.
So my POF profile is full of Archer references. Only guys who get them will be getting any response to their messages.
Ok, stop saying "youths." You're 23.
It began the way the best stories do—with some naïve jackasses in a place they had no business being at.
Dude, fuck these noisy kids, fuck all this light, and fuck you for getting to sleep while I have to be productive and hungover.
Hypothetically speaking of course, is it bad if a cat eats lube?
I'm basically doing the Walk of Shame without the added bonus of having sex last night. That doesn't look good on anyone.
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