moral of the story: I'm going to stab everyone
he had a blacklight sublime poster, of course i had to do him.
Well the nurse forgot to take all my stitches out, so my surgical tools are peroxide, kitchen scissors, fingernail clippers, a pocket knife, and 11 beers. Let's do this...
Never again. I promise. My old gay body can't handle that much adrenaline twice.
It's ok. Rob's just shotgunning upside down.
Went to bed with a bowl of spaghetti O's on my chest, I make my own breakfast in bed. New level of laziness
Oh yeah and one of the strippers brought you chips and water when you were passes out next to the toilet. So that was nice
Lets just say my thoughts when getting dressed this morning was "vagina friendly" options
My grandpa is driving me to get condoms and wine. This is adulthood.
Kinda hard to look your partner in the face the day after a rousing game of How Many Ways Can I Capture Your Penis.
He was telling me how he was trying to grow up. And then 2 minutes later, he told me he was tripping on lsd for the first time.
This is why you arnt allowed in pet stores
I told him it was fine and then I keyed his car.
Sorry I missed your birthday party. I caught a dick and rode it to O-Town
All I heard was "sit on my face" "okay" and muffled screaming. I'm still disappointed.
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