I mean, it really isn't YOUR car until you have sex in it.
tolerance is too high. going on a liquor strike. ghandi style.
I noticed when you had too much when you were yelling "HOE-HAVE-A-SEAT" to his cat.
He just kept petting my ear and informing me that I wasn't one of the guys
The stripper had a daughter my age and offered to introduce us. I didn't know what to say to that.
His dad asked what he was doing so he texted his FATHER a picture of me wearing his shirt in his bed.
If anyone ask I'm rushing for brotherhood, not so that this bartender will suck my dick
New high score, I made the stripper choke me while I was getting a lap dance last night
Also I've decided that I'm buying the next friend of mine who is dumb enough to get married a live porcupine as a wedding present.
I'm now having weird sexual fantasies about that riverdancing figure skater. So thanks for that.
Had the best sex Thursday night then Friday night I met his girlfriend. The worst thing is we became friends like she gave me her number.
He had a vasectomy. I think I'm in love.
Let's make a rule now, to not smoke weed out of our trumpets. After tonight.
Wait, I'm confused. I EMPTIED the bottle? as in consumed it? I'm impressed with myself.
A total of 3 guys left my apartment this morning. That was my first clue to my black out endeavors last night. Gotta love wine Wednesdays.
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