Everytime we come here you have an ex here.
Im handcuffed to some kid i hardly know. there are no cops involved
obviously you don't know the college version of myself. if there's something i'm ALWAYS willing to put up for it's alcohol.
I would describe it as pure and unadulterated shock, mixed with horror and a touch of nausea.
Also, the zoloft kicked in and I can't get an erection anymore. So I'm depressed.
That's science, my friend. Boner science.
UPDATE: lighting the grill with Bacardi. Haven't slept. Forgot the hamburger buns. Almost out of our eighth handle.
Tequila me may have very bluntly told him that I wanted to touch his abs.
It's my coworker's last day party and I'm the one who ended up shitfaced on the train with half a bottle of belvedere in my bag.
The best part about living in a college town is the annual rush of senior girls who want to get in their lesbian experiment before they graduate.
You know what's awkward? Being with your girlfriend and seeing her ex-boyfriend that she left for you while you've got a Ron Burgundy level awkward boner.
Nice. I like it when Maker's Mark makes decisions for you.
wish he had known he had poison ivy on his cock beforehand... Is calamine okay to put on your vag?..
At some point you said you just wanted to get laid, so we had a moment of silence for your dead sex life...
He sided with his father, so I slashed his tires. I’d say that’s a fair trade.
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