I'm 3 blocks south of you watching drag queens.
i dont care if i had to wear a dress to fuck her, she was super hot and i stand by my decision
she just built a cabin out of hotdogs and cooked it in the microwave.
now she is shaking the plate and mumbling "this is what california must feel like"
judging by the cake all over the hall, my neighbors had a pretty successful thursday too.
I vaguely remember you trying to make me a casserole with marshmallows and a can of beer.
Keep your head up. His game is good, and you should be honoured to be a notch on his wall. If it makes you feel better, if it wasn't you, it was going to be me.
You need to tell him your pregnant or we need to stop playing doubles beer-pong. My liver is begging you.
I heard him crying and I heard him listening to porn... I'm hoping to God they weren't at the same time.
I have learned that if you don't want to hook up with the guy who walked you home, food is great compensation.
The point remains that this is the setup for some great stories
Or terrible, horrifying, traumatic experiences
great clearly means different things to us
im trying to look as sober as possible but i just poured orange juice and mayo into my milkshake.
him crossdressing on the weekends is awkward but not a deal breaker for me.
Right, try not to commit a felony that costs more than 4 dollars cause that's all I have in my bail jar.
Where'd you go?
Laundry, im. A responsible drunk
But once you are just right and I work my tongue in the right spots and hot wax your balls and inner thighs. I will have you right where I want you.
Who is this?
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