This is not my ceiling
i didn't know you could wash puke off of bras with a dishwasher.
that was a gay-test. you passed.
with flying rainbow colors i hope!
I don't think he has that. His apartment was pretty much a tv and a bed. Topless girl calendar and a glass of water to put out cigarettes.
No, we just ended up walking around in his pool high and singing songs by The Wiggles.
Unfortunately, they didn't pull of their wake and bake plans. Instead, they waked and vomited like a half-retarded giraffe till everyone woke up.
I literally paid him in shots to clean my entire apartment. he even vacuumed...who said alcoholism is a bad thing??
I showed remarkable dignity in such a compromising situation. Except I came off as sort of a blue ball giver.
He ripped off my pantyhose and all I could think was, "oh no those were clinic-appropriate!" That's what I get for ditching a continuing education meeting to go hook up with my scuba instructor.
I think i'm going to homewreck at this Disney on Ice show.
Do you think I shall pursue this journey to the center if the dick?
2015 is a year for health and mental stability and alas we are not yet there so yolo
I can't tell if this is a hangover or just a perfect combination of shame and regret
Ok maybe now I get why I'm single I think I just broke a rib pooping
God knew I'd have horrible taste in men, so made me asexual to ensure I'd never fuck them.
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