So I have to ask... did I meet your lumberjack expectations? I mean, minus the red flannel and all.
Does having sex in the men's bathroom on the boardwalk count as having sex on the beach?
I definitely managed to work the word "aforementioned" into the conversation.. At least I'm an intelligent sexter.
He just yelled in the bar, "So I stuck it in two girls butts, why are you bringing that up now?"
I officially lit my glove on fire while lighting the bong. Winter needs to end.
She came over and gave me a handy and then just lingered for a day and a half. Worst weekend ever.
While you were in the ER we decided to tailgate in the parking lot until security told us that's not allowed.
I forgot to tell you about my 7:30am Sunday morning run to the local convenience store to buy condoms, a du-rag and a shot glass
I may have just unintentionally roofied a man in a wheelchair
No night ever ends well that starts with "you know what this needs? More tequila".
Yeah everyone's alive and well besides the still terrifying threat of Ted's conception of a human being
It was an "I snuck in through the window at 5am with my underwear in my pocket" kind of night.
I NEED A MOM FRIEND. NOW.
The not so cute guy next to me made me play Kid Rock on the jukebox but I'm a big believer in free drinks so I obliged.
Is it just me or is it like a girl gets married and all of a sudden she’s a “blogger”?
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