we got back to my place and he started talking about feelings. i politely told him to leave and that he managed to cock block himself.
Yeah i'm definitely friends with drunk kyle, not sober kyle.
This whole living in Ohio thing is getting reaaaaallly old.
We are, if nothing else, classy enough to leave our 10 mini bottles of wine in a polite line on the floor of the movie theater.
I would say "man cannot subsist on sexting and brownies alone" but I think it's actually possible.
If God invented something better than rough, drunken, lesbian sex he kept that shit to himself.
Boobs have been pretty central in my life somehow lately which makes me question if I am truly gay
I bought a box of wine on my way home. I figured if I’m going to be broke during the holidays, I might as well be able to drink about it.
There's a fine line between kinky and serial killer
Hey guys so who is Justin McGoo and why did I text him "fuck yooooouuu juuuustiiin mcgooo" at 12:06am on Thursday night?
I'm so glad I can be everyone's guide to the world of fucked up kinks
Just escaped from the ER. Meet me at the bar in 20 minutes.
can you come here so we can have really loud sex? the girl upstairs walks so loud i want her to know how it feels
of course
help. his tongue is stuck. Its not what you think. Hurry.
You don't need yoga. You need a boyfriend! Trust me I've become all sorts of flexible this past year.
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