I no longer want to be the gay that plays in the revolving door at RelationshipDale's like a seven year old with a.d.d.
I sometimes wonder how many of the girls I know have done anal...and why none of them have ever dated me.
I am like the Mr. Miyagi of queefs.
found the other keg... it's in the tree
I don't even know why I got my vag waxed
Ugh, tell me about it. As each day passes and the hair grows more, I get a little more depressed.
considering how much of last night I don't remember and the amount of ones laying on my desk right now, it's safe to say I'm concerned
i've hooked up with him and three of his roommates and not a single one of them knows about it..think its safe to say i found the silver lining in a boys inability to communicate
She's like the Michael Jordan of alcoholism
I'm missing some hair, but it's cool. Breadsticks are done.
My bruised ribs were so worth that win in beer pong
I needed to do something spontaneous, and since no one had coke this was the next best thing.
Fairly certain I cracked a rib. Masturbation is not for the weak. I die now.
I just found a half a joint in my bed. . .don't know if this qualifies as a proud moment or a cry for help
So apparently I’m into choking now
Adulthood is putting your bongs in the dishwasher because you're too lazy to clean them manually.
Are you ok dude?
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