we're out of white wine, toilet paper and windex... too hard to explain via text
I'm drinking reisling in a paper cup by myself in the garage.
she was trying to use her iTranslate app while we were having sex.
Congrats. You are not detrimental enough to my psyche to be discussed during this mornings therapy appointment. Please follow up next week to see if you made the cut.
I didn't mind you coming over, just I'm quite sure most booty calls don't involve a scavenger hunt...
Shitty. Well if it makes you feel any better I just had a toothless wasted crackhead in my bar who was mad because there are TOO MANY FUCKIN TREES in Nantucket.
all I'm saying is that my epic blow jobs have made grown professional football players cry in ecstasy
there was so much lube in my brother's closet...
Turns out he's not a Doctor Who fan, I mumbled Alons-y as I went down on him. He asked who Alan was. No more drunk sex for me!
It's all part of my master plan: have him buy me all I can eat pizza and all I can drink beer AND THEN tell him there was no spark and we're better off as friends.
My hangover headache is somewhere in the Harry Potter scar neighborhood. I can now empathize with that poor bastard.
I'm upset for all the future generations who can't drunkenly get cheesy bread
you kept shouting 'jesus penis' when i was on the phone with 911
Who in their right mind would frost a cake with their butt?
IT WAS A FUCKING ELEPHANT I SWESR!!!!!
Nathan, I haven't spoken to you in 12 years and it's 6am. Kindly fuck off.
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