of course. lets lasso hookers.
The boys in front of me put beer, red plastic cups, ping pong balls, lighterfluid, and twelve packs of pantyhose on the conveyor belt. Whatever drinking game they're playing, I want a part in.
I just got a flashback from Saturday night of you helping me wash my feet in the bar's bathroom.
He made me leave when I challenged "all you bitches" to a game of strip taboo.
so how does soaking flintstones gummy vitamins in vodka not make perfect sense
he kept saying that we were in ian's fun time place and then continued to act like a dinosaur.
Some guy in lab is humming along to a Sara Barrilles song. Or maybe I'm just hearing the song echoing in his huge, gaping vagina.
Straight guys just can't stay away. My penis must have pheromones or something.
It's a strange mix of shame and pride every time I pee at the bar and still see my lipstick on the bathroom wall...
This time tomorrow I'll be fingering you
Oh shit a waiter was leaning over me when i opened that and i felt him pause
Steve, that episode of cops where your dealer rear-ended that family is on again.
You slept on a pillow of digiorno
Don't do shots out of Tostitos scoops.
Do you want to go soon I'm overthinking life and my butthole again
it was weird i started the party in just my underwear and woke up in my clothes
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