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he's hot he just has too much baggage, and has really fucking skinny ankles which freaks me out
you aren't having sex with his ankles, As long as knee caps and above are good, i'd go for it
I'm taking stock of m life as of right now and my Friday night plans are to drink a 30 rack by myself so I can have a tv stand when it is finished
I'm just gonna plan on never getting a bf. everything I touch turns to gay
If you are wondering why there is half eaten pizza in your pocket it's because you were passed out with it in your hand in my bathtub. Today's your b-day and thought I'd give you a good idea about what happened last night as a present
You need to tell him your pregnant or we need to stop playing doubles beer-pong. My liver is begging you.
You kept apologizing for not offering me some of your Whisky, which you referred to as "Jesus Nectar".
He fell asleep and I'm awkwardly laying here because all I have to wear is my tutu. I'm pretty sure his roommate is going to be back soon so this should be fun. This is my life now. PS. the background of his phone is a picture of his hedgehog.
He's the kind of drunk guy that would pee in your mouth while you give him head.
Single person behavior: I wanted a cookie but was too lazy to make or go buy any, so I let cookie dough ice cream melt and ate all the chunks. Pantsless.
I always enjoy the bewildered gaze as I buy chips, salsa and beer @ 0745.
Our sex bag has now been upgraded to sex luggage, with wheels, and now features a first aid kit. Game. On.
You face planted into a car door. And somehow didn't drop your burrito.
I'm trying to make a sex playlist
record yourself crying and put it on a loop.
God damn. I'm really starting to resent babies. They're everywhere. Like fucking land mines.
You know it was a good weekend when; you leave a bi-lingual letter of apology on top of a stack of cash for hotel housekeeping.
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