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You were visibly distraught that my boyfriend and I didn't have sex in your bed. You forced us to take your condoms.
The neighbors outside are screaming at one another about God knows what and everyone is too scared to go outside and we NEEd more beer
Moral of the story is go have sex with a foreigner and report back to me.
I just woke up from quarter beer tuesdays wearing 3 pairs of underwear, none of which are the ones I left wearing...2 Around my waist and one around my shoulder in an attempt at a bra. At least drunk me tries to be decent?
Until they make a bed that bathes you in your sleep, I will not be satisfied.
It is very possible that having sex with you just now just got me into Yale
He pulled the pencil out of my leg and then we fucked. It felt sorta like pulp fiction in reverse.
Is it rude if I don't go?
No. It is not rude if you don't go to her cat's Star Wars themed birthday party.
All you kept saying was, " Barack fucking Obama. FUCK Michelle" and then you motorboated me.
For our final psych experiment, we're conditioning Tim to hump the nearest inanimate object and/or person every time he hears a Ke$ha song
The guy at the bar repeatedly told us he was an off duty cop from out of town, that to normal people would be the time where you stop asking him to smoke a blunt with us
Tell me about it. Running across highways take alot outta ya. When he found out, he was all "concerned" about it.
You're like the Mr. T of my A-team, only less gold jewelry and more pitying of fools.
That's the nicest thing anyone has said to me all day.
I watched you fall asleep, sitting up, eating a cinnamon roll. You proceeded to wake up...smile at your cinnamon roll, ask it how it got into your hand and then began eating it again. You asked me if you were ridiculous last night, define ridiculous.
And really all I wanted was to be like "hey can I borrow your dick for a few hours this weekend?"
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