As gay men are we obligated to learn the Single Ladies dance.
today was the first day of rush. talking to girls all day makes me sick of having a uterus.
I swear to God, I just heard my guardian angel tell us to stop. I think we should listen.
ok, my life is complete.... the cops AND the paramedic just made a Mean Girls reference...
Dont act like I'm the only one that gets on a plane and picks out the one im gonna have fuck if we have time before the crash
I'm buying drugs in the library...And it's not even finals time. What has my life become?
Well I will be attending the wedding with a flask of wine, potentially with a straw, and POM POMS for cheering purposes. Needless to say I will be well lubricated by your arrival..
Someone asked me why we were having sex on the porch last night. All I remember is him saying he wanted the recruits to see. This has got to stop.
Yea, I had a chaperone thankfully. I'm in the fetal position attempting to eat captain crunch now.
Let's just say after this weekend I'm known as Shameous the Irish bar fighter.
I've decided he is effectively a mouth, hands and cock held together by bad ideas and compliments, and I'm OK with that.
His penis contains the glue that keeps this relationship together.
The only way that night could have gotten any better would be if a unicorn would descend from the heavens with a nacho bell grande in a bag around its horn beat boxing Hakunah Matata.
I think our prof has caught onto our drinking game. He burst into the room with a big smile on his face and yelled "essentially! Essentially! Essentially!"
He shampooed and conditioned his pubes but can't manscape for shit.
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