Everything went well, until I walked into his bedroom and there was a Ronald Reagan poster watching over his bed - creepy
This is the kind of period I feel I should name out of respect to the fact I might have just gotten lucky this time.....
I've been watching too much manswers. Cuz i know scissoring doesn't work on a motorcycle.
you told me to make out with him to promote the social success of the sorority
I don't drink during the week.... well, except for Bailey's Tuesdays, which I have to start implementing further.
i walked in on you eating. you had the fridge wide open and you were rotating between steak and handfuls of captain crunch.
Drunk me forgot I'm not an 18yr old raver anymore. Adult me is now in pain.
We're walking, taxis are a waste of money that can be spent on alcohol.
Let's not fuck on an air mattress tonight...I'd rather get rug burn.
at crossfit today a guy shit his pants while deadlifting 405 lbs. coach made fun of him then congratulated him on his new personal record.
See? I told you no boy in roller skates could be entirely straight.
I haven't answered because I haven't figured out a polite way of saying fuck no
It's almost 5am and all I can keep thinking is IT'S WHISKEY TIME!!
but next to his bed he has a bible, and on the bible he has a pbr coaster and a condom. how can i stay mad at that? Its amazing.
I'm too depressed to drink my wine. That is what I would call a serious problem
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