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He kept calling my vagina a magic clam, and it was speaking to him, telling him to feed it his penis. I played along.
I kept petting the scarves and telling customers to "feel that shit"
Stop drinking at work.
is it possible that there's a used condom holding pennies in my bra? I'm so confused on what happened last night...
Remember when we made you finish your beer after you puked into your glass?
i hate being the asshole.
this whole plan B standoff thing with her is really starting to make me nervous
You can't just hum the Jaws theme song when you pull down my pants.
Yes, do intervene. Unless it involves cowboys with loud trucks and hard 9 inch dicks. Then just come back for me in the morning.
Next time I say "Watch this" Get me the fuck out of the bar.
What if we had a smart house and we could just say "baked" and it would rain donuts?
Is it bad that we're talking like nothing happened?
Ah. Blossoming love after wild blackout drunk sex.
i regret nothing . he quoted dr. suess . he deserved that bj .
Best friends brother. Beat that.
I don't want her to kill herself before she gets over me, getting mentioned in a suicide note isn't very fly.
but it's kind of a high honor.
whispering "taste the rainbow" well having sex isn't my biggest turn on.
and then he said he has been waiting since high school to touch my boobs
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