As gay men are we obligated to learn the Single Ladies dance.
Eating hibachi. The chef is squirting sake into my mouth with a ketchup bottle. Happened twice, more to come.
he asked me to smell his eyeballs.
I'm cooking a can of baked beans on the baseboard heater. It is too early in the semester to be this poor.
I woke up with my keys safelty pinned to my thong. It's gonna be a great day.
Well, I can't relate. I have no idea what it feels like to withhold sex. Or have self-control in general.
Was this before, or after you took my brand new bag of shredded cheese, and "Made it rain"?
Like some sort of pot growing robin hood.
At least he's enough of a gentleman to not make me do the walk of shame dressed as Santa.
And to add, there was a fat guy right next to me who, when the girls would shake their butts, he would let out a shrill xena warrior princess cheer
so is it socially acceptable to send her an "i got my man back you whore" card?
Pretty sure I have a sex related back injury. I'm not sure if I should be proud or ashamed.
Be there in a sec. We have to stop at Target to buy her underwear first.
You are, as of last night, the self declared king of pooping. Long may you reign.
eveytime i go to his house my cute clothes always get taken off what's the point of even wearing them there?
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