This is clearly one of those "A hole's a hole" situations
I have all these new brothers and sisters I'm just now finding out about
You know you're hung over when your pose in art class is lying face down on the platform
you started introducing us as kentucky and gentlemen
Wow thanks 4 throwing jello at me an yelling who invited that guy to all the guys at the bar
And for those of you keeping score at home this is the 7th time I've found Casey passed out head first in a bowl of chips at a party I didn't even know she was at
If I'm going to start compromising my butthole it's going to be for much better drugs than a ventolin
Btw, do you want me to fix this with a box of wine and a chick flick or is this more of a 'lets head to the strip club' problem? I'm just trying to analyze the emotional depth of the situation.
I fell into his fridge. I want to leave.
It was 6am and he went immediately for the 69. WTF?? 6am is WAY to early for acrobatics.
Not sure if buying Twisted Teas for the alcoholics posted up outside the gas station counts as paying it forward but I am optimistic.
There's a rash on my genitals that would like a word with you.
His exact words: "I don't have anything you can't treat with antibiotics."
I stared at his dick and then told him to get on his knees
"They won't do it. I'm in the middle of darkness. " and "Probably going to die. I've been walking for 50 minutes in one direction" are the last texts I got from Steve
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