Those kids are glorified dude-bros. It's banal.
The theme is smores and alcohol. Dress appropriately.
I am not old enough to be running into past fucks at the bank. This is at least a twenty five year old milestone.
I'd really appreciate it if we could dress up as pilgrims and indians for the thanksgiving eve bar crawl
This is absurd. I need a man. Or even a moderately-clean hobo will do at this point.
You claimed your dick was a divining rod, spun in a circle 3 times and walked into the bar you stopped in front of...consequently there was a bikini shoot going on
Honestly I miss having a gay roommate. His female friends' implicit trust in him would carry over to me even though they knew Im straight. Best unintentional wingman ever.
It got messy; I did a shot of seamonkeys.
I was trying to be quiet until started to feel like my cock was being dipped in a rainbow and then I stopped caring temporarily
This conversation has now reached a level of awkward that even a passerby streaking hobo couldn't break.
I totally gave him head in sync to Beastie Boy's Sabotage playing in the background.
Whenever we go out my brain flips on autopilot, straight to blackout.
I woke up with my name tag for work still on my shirt. It was a rough night.
I might have pissed in the corner of someone's shed. They have nice lawn mower.
I was just thinking about if my bath water turned to jello and got a little freaked out
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