I no longer want to be the gay that plays in the revolving door at RelationshipDale's like a seven year old with a.d.d.
My mom's crying. That means it must be Christmas.
At what point should shame kick in? Realising I had a one night stand with a man engaged or realising I am that man's wedding photographer?
Im in his room watching him sleep. Im going to try and jerk off and not get caught by the nurse.
That big chick who gave you the handly polished off one of the walls to the ginger bread house right before she came outside. FYI
Worst luck of my entire life. Came in my own mouth
fucked a girl in Bentley hall at ten tonight, came on the carpet and I plan on doing it in another building soon. Watch where you walk
We're both clumsy. What does this imply for our kids?
Helmets.
You were crying in a drunken stupor for an hour because "the new daft punk album didn't blow your tits off"
I had a drink called "the white nun." It tasted like Marshmallows, and celibacy.
Can't decide if this guy is hot or if I'm just bored.
Sex is clearly the solution either way.
Kelly and I just had sex, and you didn't call or text to interrupt, are you alive? We are both concerned.
Nothing like sunday church bells to aid your walk to the pharmacy to get plan b
There comes a point where there's just condoms and old mcdonalds in your garbage can and you can't tell if you've won or lost.
The guy whose house were at is drunkenly reading green eggs and ham to us in German
Randomize
