I'm twenty-five. I'm too old to be watching my friend throw up in Chipolte Parking lot.
my girlfriend just informed me I need to get tested and so do you
girlfriend?
any chance you can send me your legal ethics outline, in exchange for say, me buying you a lapdance the next time we go to the strip club?
Lesbians. Lesbians everywhere.
Should we start at nine like normal people or now like alcoholics?
they call him the transporter because he'll be your designated driver in exchange for sufficient weed or sex.\n
what about money
no - he has a code he lives by
I cannot start working out. If I start to look better, I'll ruin ugly women's chances forever. So, really...I'm doing them a favor...think about it.
and here comes the time of my day when I haw to convince a guy to drive my cape and my handle to my dorm.
Sangria Sundays can't keep happening. Even my second grade students know I'm hungover. Benji even gave me his oreos its that bad
Reports of my death were greatly exaggerated.
Another development in my life...I think I pulled a muscle in my neck from vomiting this weekend.
I finally had to say "that's the hole where I pee" for him to understand.
Maybe you should stop dating for awhile if the chicks aren't working out. Reacquaint yourself with your hand or something.
Whenever a guy asks me why I like weird sex stuff, I just answer, "Catholic School".
Yeah I'm just gonna stay here and spread my horniness to the world.
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