You don't understand, Single Ladies is like the Don't Stop Believing of the gay community.
tequila makes me forget i have legs
I noticed when you had too much when you were yelling "HOE-HAVE-A-SEAT" to his cat.
you were mass sexting so we took your phone away
We were confused who drove until we went outside and her cupholders were torn out of the dash and laying on the ground
At least he's enough of a gentleman to not make me do the walk of shame dressed as Santa.
We picked up some guys dressed as shamrocks at taco bell. I will text you with further information.
Who would've thought that Monopoly night would've ended with some girl peeing on the couch.
I need a genital shamwow being this wet.
holy fucking shit get me out of here. even the babies are wearing beanies
Nobody feels the need to text me back. Men. And I sent myself a message saying nakedness. I'm all the man I need.
There are no winners in a lube eating competition.
Your ability to eat ass like its your job and yet turn down quinoa because it's "gross" is confusing.
I can say with absolute certainty the only time we ever had a civil conversation was when we agreed we both liked pizza.
I am going home. I have pee on my pants. Rachel is driving and I and drunk. It is not Rachels pee. It is my pee.
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