better yet, through the bookshelves. like an intellectual glory hole
The seats are awesome but you see two of each player.
My dry heaving is complicating my ability to speak.
He gave me an elaborately handwritten invite (on a bar coaster) back to his place and whispered in my ear 'i have ping pong'. And he said byob. fuck THAT.
I was expecting a blowjob when she shoved me in the bathroom but instead she shaved my pubes into a mustache for my penis. I am still satisfied.
She was the shot vending machine at the party. But free.
They have a stripper pole on their deck. Normal.
We realized tonight that we have to get advice about guys from you because you're our only straight male friend that neither of us has slept with.
I can feel my pain tolerance has shot up right along with my libido
you were caressing the jar of pickles then you looked down and whispered to them "I want you inside me"
I was just thrown into the pool and now I'm surrounded by men... You would think this is the dream but I'm just confused
They wouldn't let me on the bull because I couldn't even sign my own name... She let me try 3 times...
I'm now consulting a magic eight ball on all major life decisions. On another note I think I have chlamydia.
It's my birthday. I should be drinking mimosas in a top hat, not working.
He showed up to my apt at 6am wearing a suit and holding a bag of coke....how could I not let him in?
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