I fucked a guy named chris tucker last night
I'm trying this new thing, it's called standards
As gay men are we obligated to learn the Single Ladies dance.
and i looked up. we had an audience...
His texts read Like a 15 year olds diary.
shit I'm tired of wearing other peoples clothes to bed
Bring mistletoe to the strip club, and they feel obligated. they dont even charge you
she was rubbing her elbow against the fish tank and laughing hysterically then she said I'M THEIR FISHY GOD and watched harry potter
just got in my apt...and theres jungle juice here i left from over a month ago..this could be interesting...or deadly
Apparently from about 3-5AM I was consoling that crying stripper about her life choices.
I don't understand why she gets annoyed by my drunk texts. It means she's who I'm thinking about even when my brain isn't functioning properly.
I know I come to this conclusion on a fairly regular basis but I really do need a babysitter
It wasn't exactly a dick pic. It was more like a body shot with a hint of wiener.
I think everyone at the office can tell I'm dehydrated
you mean still drunk
I've heard it both ways
I peed in my closet, which at the time looked like a sparkly bathroom...
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