Ok. Also I almost just threw up. Seriously. I was think to myself "really? Here? Now? At my work desk?" and then it went away.
Well, let's be honest here. You're dealing with gay guys... EVERYTHING has an emotional attachment.
just saw way to many penises for it being 5 o'clock on a thursday
I think it was you who decided that coming home at 3AM and cooking eggs topless was the best way to end our night. Eating the scrambled eggs off each other's boobs, that was ellie's idea
thank you for letting me use your house as a brothel.
You should try cooking mac & cheese naked sometime. It's quite relaxing.
When you get to his house tomorrow, follow your instincts. Find the cat first.
I fell asleep while studying last night and woke up smelling like whiskey and sex... words can not describe how confused I am
He's hitting it raw. Might as well stick his dick in a vat of SARS at this point.
I'm sure you're still partially crippled from thar blow job on Saturday, so I understand it's probably difficult to text.
Some days, I wish I could get a hug from a furry muppet
if wiping your ass w an envelope isnt the definition of hitting "financial rock bottom " then nothing is!
Fuuuuuck dude, he’s got #Excel in his Facebook bio; I’m screaming
When I came she triumphantly exclaimed, "MUAHAHA VICTORY IS MINE!"
PSA Do not blow dry your junk.
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