Conclusion from last night: Sometimes being classy isn't as fun as making out with a guy on a pooltable in a bar. Happy birthday, Canada.
I cant date a girl that sucks dick at sucking dick
want the rest of his teeth to fall out while he slowly dies alone. Pretty sure I'm to the anger phase.
She is ok w me having sex for money. Just gotta find rich grandmas.
I don't know if it has occurred to you yet, but you are dating a nymphomaniac, and your work schedule is an interference of my needs being fulfilled. Get home now.
My favorite bartender added me on Facebook. Now he can clearly see how under 21 I am
I think I'll bring the beer we scavenged from that other party. What goes around comes around, especially when it's Corona because that shit is not staying in my fridge
I sincerely hope you find your fuck buddy and have a wonderful night of champagne and whores
We were so hungover we fell asleep in Goodyear waiting for them to fix her car. At 4 in the afternoon on a Sunday. The workers apparently didnt want to vacuum because they didn't want to wake us.
I just picked up my phone and one shoe from the man mowing the lawn next to the ice rink. He found them in a tree.
I made out with drunk Joe Dirt and then put his mullet wig on for him. True Halloween romance.
Hahahaha yep. You were picking up the credit card machine and singing to it in Spanish.
This makes me appreciate being single with no prospects.
We're listening to drake in the middle of the woods and smoking two joints at once...my life is complete.
Had to clear my browser history. I figured if she used the search bar and her name came up, it might be a little creepy.
Randomize
