At Yale they have this club where people get together, eat fried chicken, and watch pornos every Friday.
Wait, isn’t that at Quad?
Well, if I have to stay, can I at least take my shirt off?
I don’t want to sleep with him... I just want to measure it.
There is gonna be so much pussy at my funeral.
Do computers suck because they’re guys, or do guys suck because they’re computers?
I could have scored last night, but I had to wake up early.
I think when I die I want to be buried with my hands on my nuts.