so let's talk penis.
You don't understand, Single Ladies is like the Don't Stop Believing of the gay community.
it looked like a condom graveyard when i woke up. they were everywhere
Is it mean that I just sent him a pic of my tits with the header, "say bye bye?"
shes taking the breakup well, i walked in on her naked passed out wearing a turban with a bag of peanut butter choc chips in hand at 5 in the afternoon.
I still can't believe he came down from his hiding place in the tree voluntarily because he didn't want us to have to talk to the cops alone...
She hash-tagged my name. I think it's safe to say that she remembers our hookup.
I bet he'd be real motivational during sex. And he'd probably make you call him superman.
After the 3rd time his brother walked in on us I asked "Does he ever knock?" his reply "This is his room"... Turns out he didn't even live there... I feel like a hoe.
Eating a grilled cheese at a strip club... good idea??
I actually feel a twinge of sadness recycling all of our handles... I feel like I'm throwing out some great memories or lack of them because we don't remember
I'm a great relationship counselor. My vagina will let you know if your relationship is gonna work or not.
She moaned the name on my fake id during sex, that or she's cheating on me with someone named Victor
As of right now, my vibrator and a bag of snickers share the same drawer
dude, he literally lasted one minute. and i paid 8 dollars for cabs.
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