Down for casual relationships, more fun than catholic missionary, bring condoms and don't get attached.
I wish they had a home preganacy test, but for STDs
there are certain things about getting into a cab to go home at 630 am that make me feel like a prostitute.
Everything tastes like Lysol. Am I dying?
First if all, whoever designed penis shaped ice cubes is clearly daring me to shove them up my vagina
Speaking of testosterone. I saw a girl with a moustache thicker than one I can grow last night...
official rule: if your drunk, it doesn't count
then nothing in my life counts
You sent me a picture of you licking the bottom of a shoe and the caption was "it tastes like shoe"
is it weird to think that girls born in '96 are now legal?
She made this little rubber cap thing that looks like a brain to go on my dick. She calls it a "penis cap". Industrial design students are weird...
Last thing I remember was a hand in the pants. Then I woke up next to a full beer and a McDouble, which I promptly had for breakfast.
I biked home blackout drunk last night, but I have some memory of throwing my bike in a rage when I couldnt get it down the stairs. No idea on the bright orange puke in the sink.
Definitely went down on him last night while he was wearing a cape. He randomly kept swirling it around me and "revealing me" in the mirror like a magic trick. I'm not even a little upset, it's fun fucking younger guys.
feeding cats lunchmeat on my kitchen floor. come pour me another shot.
I think it may be easier if I stay drunk/high til the wedding. You game?
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