I'm calling you out on twitter if you don't come over right now.
I dont think problem is the right word. Problems arent something you enjoy. Life would be too boring without gambling.
my bedside table was not meant to hold this many beer bottles.
She vajazzled her vag. It was as useless as putting earrings on chewbacca
He spent the entire date challenging me to chugging contests.
Some dude gave me a questioning look as I came out of the women's toilet. I just responded 'blowjob' and he understood, then shook my hand.
I found my underwear on the sidewalk 8 blocks from her house while on my walk of shame. I also found our beer bag and a full beer in the bush.
It was fun until the stripper told me it was her first day and started crying.
I've reached the gravitational age where it's very hard to get my face and my boobs in the same shot without some kind of yoga involved .
Oh and someone pissed in my shoes, so I'll let you figure that out.
He wants to buy me a drink to apologize for sending me a pic of his dick. Welcome to my life.
Less than a month to go... I do not understand how I was able to put up with a roommate who wears bright green Crocs for a year.
Well, it's a fine line between people-watching and boob-staring. It's a gray area. But we're in Paris. Let's leave it at that.
I think I almost ran over some kid I went to high school with. Guilt factor: moderate to low.
Just walked out of the train bathroom after having sex and got a round of applause from the passengers. Definitely the best part of the trip.
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