So guy #2, the dancer, is programmed into my phone under the name H.uy. His number- 11 digits. I should have stopped drinking.
We may or may not have a drunk cat on our hands.
Bottle rocket just missed my head by about 3 inches. Of course I'm being safe
I froze in his sixty one degree room but i came so hard. Like fucking the eskimo god.
He told me the hand job I gave him this morning was "lovely".
He just gave himself a boner while driving using "the power of his mind"
Side note. I love it when I think I've sobered up and then I get a second wind of drunk
Just thought you should know I'm having a reunion tour of Athens this weekend. Minus the weird guy I was fucking last time.
I just wish I had a snapshot of his attempted front flip off the bar. There are some things that are worth getting a life ban for, and the moment of impact with his foot and that lady's face was one of those things.
His last name was woodcox? That just screams I've got a great penis
Dude, I have everything I need for meth here.
YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO MAKE METH IN OUR APARTMENT.
She had a tattoo of Luke Bryan on her thigh and she made me waffles. Can I have two fiancees?
If I walk downstairs and Kelly is fucking in the laundry room again I'm gonna die
How have you been? I haven’t talked to you since you dyed your pubes.
I think the cats may be lesbians. It could just be a two hour mutual bath but it sure looks like a 69.
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