I think we should urban dictionary "drive of shame." It involves a sprint to your car in his underwear and shirt, surreptitiously trying to put on your bra on at stoplights without attracting attention from neighboring cars, and lurking in your car a block from home so you can know when your roommate leaves for work.
the smoke from my cigarette strangely resembles what patrick swayzes ghost will look like.
and then when she swallowed her birth control with a shot of vodka and looked in my direction, i knew it was time to go.
you grabbed the waitors dick and yelled '2nd base' and then he gave you his number. I hate your life.
Side note: THE ORIGINAL LION KING IS COMING THE MOVIES AGAIN--3D STYLE. We need to find shrooms.
So im guessing you dont remember the walk home, where you layed down in the alley and began to sing "threes company too" and when i told you to get up you had the nerve to tell me i was to drunk.
I got to see a stripper that did magic last night. It was glorious.
If I ever see that bitch it is going down flavor of love style
Sorry man, but I'd rather do drugs with strangers than watch sports with you. It's not personal, drugs always beat sports.
Last night you told me you "were too high" and didn't deserve a hashbrown.
You did things that should be illegal to a Twinkie and asked strangers to drive you home.
I cannot pick him out of a line up. I remember he is blonde and his half flaccid dick looks like gonzo. So unless he pulls down his pants I don't know who he is
Unless you count my weekly workout where I drink wine, listen to obscure/cheesy records, and pretend I'm a ballerina...no. I don't exercise.
Like, I just want a guy who will drop what he's doing to come touch my vagina whenever I want and to leave me the hell alone whenever I want. Is that SO MUCH TO ASK??
Dude just saw some some guy puke out of a car window on the highway going to school.
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