Cleveland boys shit in their own pumpkins in their own living room. Got pictures to prove it.
you busted in the room, ripped the covers off of us, ... and fist pumped
You got ahold of his prescription papers and gave out prescriptions for cranberry and vodka
He introduced himself to me as "the gayest gay who ever gayed." I like him already.
This dude. Just lost. A finger. He asked us for tape.
He insisted on us having sex while watching the biggest loser and asked me if I could "resist the temptation".
Before attempting to fly away into the night you asked me to take care of your sister. I agreed.
Just took my birth control pill next to the cubicle where we had sex last semester.
i just wanna get shit faced and pass out in some random holly bush with a bucket on my head and stockings for shoes.
My mom now keeps ice cubes on hand for my bong water. We may be able to work this relationship out.
We see some guy emerge from the forest on the island this morning, alone, in only a snuggie. Morning shots and bagels on us for the number one walk of shame.
I shit myself. Legit. And I burnt my tongue. Unrelated incidents, but related in the sense of general discomfort.
you were crying saying "if you love me you will find me a loaf of bread"
Before he comes over remember the house standards. Ask yourself "will he stalk my sister or myself in the future?". If the answer is yes, then no, he isn't allowed.
Thanks for fingering me to orgasm during Wu-Tang Clan
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