the day after is always just damage control
i like that you affectionately refer to him as "creepy" ever time you talk about him
I keep waking up with the nagging feeling I gave him half a hand job through his shorts.
WHATEVER CLASS IS PLAYING "TOOT IT AND BOOT IT" AT 8:30 IN THE MORNING, I WANT IN.
No, listening to the fray and drinking a bottle of jack daniels does not count as counseling
With me living this close to Mexico now, Tequila is just a geographical choice at this point if nothing else.
Hahaha it was a great moment in my life. This must be what post child birth feels like, given you don't get a combined asshole/ vagina
He's freaking out just because my cat licked his balls while he was fucking me
He left his cock-ring in my truck.
Consider it a gay sex souvenir.
Using mass transit when I'm hungover makes me feel like I missed my calling as a serial killer
I'm developing all these feelings it's disgusting.
The only person more miserably hungover from the party is the dog, and that's because he ate some balloons
i survived drinking for 24 hours, an 8 ball of cocaine and a threesome. I think you can handle moving.
What made you think singing Silent Night while I was puking was a good idea?!?!
My dad just invited me to smoke a blunt with him. Parent-child bonding at its finest (and highest).
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