Well apparently he's into motor boating.
I developed a drinking game for WoW. Everytime I die, I take a shot.
Please get laid.
My lack of memory is directly related to being friends with you.
you kept naming everything at the party...like "boy i'm going to make out with" and "table i'm going to dance on later"
it's all just a bunch of faces and i remember what the floor looked like.
She just took the bottle of jager to the bathroom and locked the door. Now I hear the water running..if the house floods she's paying for it
I hope the walls stop moving before my manager notices that i'm still drunk.
No way. Every time you have sex with him you'll end up staring into those eagle eyes and stop mid-orgasm.
I'm just gonna get real fat and join the circus.
Well, let's see..I held him while he cried for 30-40 minutes, woke up on his couch AND he gave me a ride home in his underwear. Shit show is not even the half of it.
You sent 2 glasses of water to the table next us and told to the waitress they were on you. I repeat: water
Update: his apartment is apparently in the campus Christian community center. The fact that I fucked him on the couch in the lobby is officially my crowning life achievement.
just walked passed a black light...apparently he DID cum.
So I slept with some guy last night and when I woke up in the am couldnt remember his name. I text him n asked "How do you spell your name?" to try n find out and all he replied was "With an A." WTF!?
After 3 parties, all of them busted, and 4 field sobriety tests, I AM the cop whisperer
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