We succumbed to passion, and then he had to go meet his girlfriend. End of story.
I have a deodorant stick dedicated to my balls.
we were dressed as cave people and he kept telling everybody i was so easy a caveman could do it.
All she said was "the usual?" and unzipped my pants.
The bartender just told me he would have me face down in his pillow by the end of the night. I hate when you make me go to gay clubs.
Glad we went casual last night, made my 1pm walk of shame through Walmart a little less obvious
U have to come, I miss the sound of you throwing up.
I wish! That ended in 2001 when we all got collectively band from the Settle Inn. As a group we are also band from social events at the zoo. It's impressive really.
He thought my hair would soak it up. I HAD TO CUT IT OFF.
The upside of a losing football weekend is that there are more sad frat boys willing to let loose their inner gay man.
Don't blame me. I told you I didn't know if I had a key to those hancuffs.
You are one with the wind and sky, bro.
I was figuring I'd break up with her after work, but before Taco Tuesday
Also, I wish we had magnetic nipple rings and our boobs stuck together.
He didn't even get to the first chorus of Hotel California before he started convulsing on top of me.
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