I wish I could google chicago male strippers on my work computer but I don't feel like talking to HR today
I cannot remember December 31 for the past 3 years. it might as well not even exist on my calendar anymore
Once you realized you couldn't finish the 30 you started walking down the street and leaving a beer in everyone's mailbox
I woke up this morning next to a stack of saltines & a txt from u saying "do it." it took me a second to remember wat was going on
Plus you know he's just 2 semesters and 4 glasses of wine away from "experimenting" with some French major
I went out as a member of the house of Gryfindor and came home as Snooki
i cant wait to be back in my element of drunk, on a barstool, ive missed home
Only he would come to a strip club and talk about an internship with Walt Disney during a lap dance.
It felt as if we were fucking on a sea of baby feet and morgan freemans face hair
I am drinking green tea.... My liver is in shock
I think John will remember that birthday for a while. I'm still dying at the fact a stripper was hunting me down.
So my POF profile is full of Archer references. Only guys who get them will be getting any response to their messages.
I want to die, ON THAT, with that INSIDE ME. ironically, I sense that would be the only time I'd feel alive.
Not my fault the fence refused to just break when I ran into it.
I've seen your dick too many times for both of us to be straight.
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