Drunk? Hungover? Regretting everything? Needing a cocktail without the tail? Say it all without being censored just because you like dick and/or black out sometimes.
When you accidentally open your front camera.
To be human is to be a little…messy. But to be a functional mess is pure art.
Zero Limits—Except One: Embracing Your Sexuality While Also Not Letting Matt Get Any Ideas That You’re Into Super Weird Stuff Because, Like, You’re Not A Prude But You’re Definitely Not Doing That
The story is always the same: two people meet in some weirdly specific chatroom on the internet. You’re not sure why people are still using AOL-style chatrooms in 2016.
“Sorry I got drunk and said and did everything I wanted to say and do.”
An easy way to drown out the sound of someone chewing like a cow is to chew something, too. Fight fire with fire, chip with chip, gum with gum. Try and be casual about it though. Don’t hate-crunch to make a point, that doesn’t solve anything.
“A good place to put inspirational quotes is up your ass.”
“Is that guy texting you still? Can I see a picture of him?…”
“If you were a character in The Oregon Trail, would you rather die of measles or dysentery?”