You don't understand, Single Ladies is like the Don't Stop Believing of the gay community.
alcohol. turning childhood friends into awkward hookups since the dawn of civilization.
HE KEEPS WALKING AWAY. IT'S LIKE HE DOESN'T EVEN LIKE FRIES. WTF.
Great. My funeral dress now smells of smoke and disappointing sex.
There are fucking limits. Jerking another guy off in the bar toes the line.
Me ending up in the fetal position in my shower is becoming far too commonplace. It's like a weekly therapy session
I dont think ive ever had a drunk day betray me so hard before
I found out his moms name, maiden name, profession, and office location, his dads name and profession, his home phone, picture of their house, all of his work profiles, and the cost of their house. All I'm trying to do is find his damn twitter
I almost took a picture but it looked like he might have a shank and I'm just not at a place in my life where I could handle having tetanus
If you think you're having a bad day, know that upon waking up, I was informed that I blew my nose in a piece of bread last night
I was going to learn how to knit but I got high instead.
I'm just gonna back away slowly and come back when there's less weird crap.
Success! We fucked roommates!
Please don't give away my fajitas
I'm going to come in the middle of the night and attack you with spoons
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