and i looked up. we had an audience...
i was more sad about losing him as neighbor on fishville than as a boyfriend
I wish the iPhone would register texts from 11:59 as "Last Year" instead of "Yesterday."
They were like stripper heels, except business stripper heels, the kind strippers would wear to court.
he/she has shaved legs and makeup on. but a spare tire stomach, high socks with high heels...a wig and glasses. and still talked like a man. it was a nightmare scenario
Can we ask the Hungry Howie's guy to pick up some blunt wraps on the way over?
He probably smells like baby powder and sexual identity crisis.
Never again. I promise. My old gay body can't handle that much adrenaline twice.
He threw up in a cup in the limo and when he got out the bouncer told him he couldn't bring drinks in so he gave the glass to that dumb girl we brought with us from c street.
I know, she tried to drink it
a 6'8" white kid in a Lin jersey just wandered out of my gay kid brother's room. when does spring break end, again?
the manly guy you want to date so badly? he's at the club. as a drag queen. wearing higher heels than you own. think about that.
I've been asked to reupholster their slam-couch so I found some off-cuts of medical-grade, hermetically sealed fabric. She'll be slammed upon for generations to come.
You're the only one to love me enough for me to admit the following: Rock-bottom sounds like sobbing to a Miley Cyrus song.
Named all the presidents in order between puke sessions while semi conscious so that's a thing I can do now
Why does your place smell like gin and misery?
I prefer to think of it as 'ode to single life'
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