'Watching yourself cry on Photobooth' is the new 'watching yourself cry in the mirror.'
Getting blown during the Cavs game doesn't make it any less depressing.
Dude, we took our shirts off and set our chest hair on fire. That's a low point.
You raise a valid concern
So I'm seriously not complaining - but I just fell ass backwards into a Tuesday night threesome. Sober
another part of my inner child died when i emptied my crayon bank for dollar beer night.
We thought she was passed out on the toilet, but she raised her head to tell me the word I couldn't remember was "empathize." Then she puked blood and passed out.
Drug-sniffing dog walked past me and my suitcase in the train station. My opinion: they need a new dog
library dates and plan B? He is looking like a great catch.
There's cereal in my underwear. Was I in your apartment at any time last night? That's the only logical explanation for this.
The date officially concluded on the phrase "Nosh dat vag".
This feeling I'm having... is it love or a combination of alcoholism and unprotected rough sex
I went to an 8am hookup in another guys sweatpants. Who is the really player here?
I'm not sure what happened. There's a frozen waffle in the floor and he's walking around with a curtain rod and making planes out of bread slices...
Is it sad that my idea of a quality foursome would involve one person eating me out while the other two rub my feet?
Will you PLEASE get your mom to stop telling me I'd make a great husband? She knows I'm gay, right?!
I know, but she really likes you. Have you met my brother yet?
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