You don't understand, Single Ladies is like the Don't Stop Believing of the gay community.
its 9am. i just got home. spent 6 hours blowing him in a closet last night
I'm not sure which is worse. The fact that I slept with him last night, or the fact that you did too.
i'm on the subway and being revisted by the ghosts of tequilas past.
His little brother just walked in, asked me if I'd blown his brother yet and then announced that he and his friends were going to play outside so we could play too.
OHMYGOD did I try to use pinesol as a mixer?
He puked in the funnel and continued to chug it. Who is this dude?
You know how I got mad at him for making out with his formal date? Apparently I fucked mine. I'm guessing any exclusivity is out of the question.
Come over so we can have two person sex in this one person tent
I'm having a martini with dinner. A new level of class.
I'm stoned and eating mustard, also a new level of class.
I just chugged whiskey at 7 AM because going to breakfasts at Brendas doesnt seem right if Im not real drunk. I feel like when Brenda takes my order she can tell Im drunk and will take care of me.
I just added Tubthumping to the playlist for tonight. This is going to make or break the party.
Have you ever been so drunk you pass out in the cab and everyone goes inside and forgets about you? I have
He has a syndrome called asshole. And it flares up 24/7.
Im too stoned for my mom to be picking up hitch hikers. Help.
Randomize
