He's not gay. He just has bad gaydar and he gaydared himself and was wrong.
His internet searches, listed chronologically: sex slave, volunteer sex slave, lava
I'm sorry I didn't make it out, I got distracted by sparkley boobies.
maybe i'll see you again later :)
I'd rather shit a knife.
Hes warming up week old McDonalds french fries, putting hot sauce on them, and counting them with his shirt off.
Fourth time I had to be woken up in the line of Whataburger in two weeks. First time my shirt was free of vomit.
she's a kindergarten teacher now. The teacher desks are the perfect height for fucking. I'm delaying the break up a few weeks.
He straight up just had me drive all the way here and when I got here he was drinking a cup of tea and right after said he needed to go to bed
i seriously haven't spoken to him since i drunk dialed him and told him i loved his beard
The great part about clubs is that you can fart everywhere and nobody knows! The bad part is I'm on e and i have nobody to fondle.
It's entirely possible that I'm fucking yet another gay guy
I have bruises all over my legs. Did I hit a car with my bike last night?
My father has a definite type: blonde, busty, 18-22. It was awkward when I was in college, but now I'm over it. I play wingman for him and he buys me expensive purses for the assistance in getting him hooked up with girls younger than me. Win-win.
In other news there's 12 shirtless Korean dudes all trying to jump on a tiny little trampoline so that's entertaining
I just don't understand what you plan on accomplishing there except for losing all vestiges of post-freshman year dignity
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