There comes a time in every man's life where he has to shit in a catbox to prove a point.
imagine playing with puppies while we're drunk.
Like... we could film it and put like, "do you believe in magic" as the backround song and it would be complete joy.
having sex with him was like banging macgyver. he did the most amazing shit with the simplest things
he then started listing things that have been up his butt, never drinking in boys town again
hey boys, thanks for all the pictures of your dick you took with my camera last night...they were really nice to stumble upon while reliving my night in the breakroom today at work
Just beat my spinning in office chair record. Almost puked. Totally worth it.
We lived together for a year and neither of us knew we were both gay.
Uhm; your sign says 'Welcome to KFC' and for some reason I can't seem to open the door.
Do you participate in Sunday morning booty calls?
Dammit! I didn't see this message, of course I do.
Zach, it's Lisa from work. Was that you yeiling BALLS DEEP at me on I-25 or is it just something about me that invites that from rando creeps?
I want to fuck the side burns off of Steve.
I'm up in my room and I just saw a naked guy sprint out into the streets from my mom's party downstairs
Oh yeah, it was definitely the best sex of my life, I just don't think I can fix the kitchen table before my parents get back...
Youre a wreck. Youll be in your dorm weeping to project runway covered in pizza sauce and smelling of stale beer
You know your late night booty call was a huge fail when you go back to your car after it's over, and it's still warm.
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