i'm pretty sure god just pointed at me and laughed
Gotta love hanging with Nat. By the time guys realize she isnt going home with them, they've spent enough money and time to think I'm a good idea.
I rarely go in there. Unless it's for mini cadbury eggs and whiskey.
All I remember is mattress sliding down the stairs while giving him a blow-job. Sorry you had to witness the incident.
I got offered a handle of vodka and tomato soup to bring his dog home. He knows me all too well.
Yes, he made a MIX CD for our booty call...
I was fucking trucked by the swat team last night on State Street after UK won. But I got a picture with the guy afterwards so I forgive him
Chuck job is nothing more than to be my dick stand when I'm too drunk to hold it while pissing
The universe is cradling this hangover like a gay couple cradles their newly adopted chinese baby.
I vaguely remember seeing that couple making out in front of that store and i yelled "I ALSO LOVE THE ROCKY MOUNTAIN SOAP COMPANY!"
It must suffice lest there secretly exist a picture of me walking out of the ocean at midnight naked and half mast with a sea urchin on my ass
He's 30 years old and woke me up for a hand job. Last time I go home with someone I met through Tinder.
Does it get any better than dating a guy with a vasectomy? The answer is NO. No it does not
I always felt my time would come in the form of a tidal wave of whisky
Want to help me interview candidates to replace my Cub/Boy Toy when he leaves for grad school next month?
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