I'm just that much of a man that I can watch Ellen and Oprah back to back and still like girls.
I just pooped in his toilet and didn't flush...I desperately need to get him past the girls don't poop phase.
The bar I'm at just passed out smores to everyone. I don't know what it has to do with cinco de mayo but I'm down.
We just saw him running from campus police a few minutes ago. So no, I don't think he's still passed out on the quad.
I don't remember much but I remember it was a unanimous decision that Santa was indeed real and Cait's stripping somehow proved this.
I'm sure it was awkward. I've never had a professor expose parts of them to me before.
Using his name makes it all too personal. I refuse to get attached to this one. This is all about ass. He doesn't get a name.
He caught a squirrel with his bare hands twice. Where do you find these people?
bah. we'll see. don't give yourself a boner of false hope.
Bro, he broke his neck diving into a kiddy pool.
I have random bruises including my spine and visible bite marks on my neck. Thanksgiving car sex accomplished.
Everything was cool until I tried to photo bomb those Hells Angels, then it's all a blank
I had sex on a sidewalk in downtown Chicago... I don't think I have anymore morals to lose.
Is it weird to smoke a bong with a client from work?
Please tell me that nice older woman you're with at the bar is not your comp&lit professor.
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