Well his aunt was in the next room so we had to be quiet. I felt like i was on an episode of silent library.
It's just like riding a horse. A very tall, gay horse.
We waited til after. Not even drunk sex felt right during a Disney movie.
Like. I probably should fuck him. I owe him for breaking his thumb.
Dude I reek of $2.50 pitchers, $1 off/pack marlboro cigs, and fear.
Fear?
FEAR.
Don't you realize there's more to life than sex and pizza rolls?
Nope. Too hot. We just sat in my tub with cold water spraying on us drinking coronas. This summer heat is killing my libido slowly
I don't think tequila will soothe the spots where my tonsils used to be.
Pretty sure I picked a cat up off the street and took him home with me, fed him tuna, then let him go
I left when you were using your mug to lay on the street and ask for spare change
I slapped him but he didn't wake up. He just nuzzled my head, hugged me closer, and smiled.
I think the biggest problem with being overhigh is when the kitchen was on fire and I was pointing and laughing and eating rootbeer oreos like it was fucking Ozzfest 2000
We're both fucking guys named Frank. Our friendship was meant to be.
i think we reached that point in our drunkenness where even the creeps found us intolerable
Eventually the conversation shifted (as it always does) to Sex toys.
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