Name three things you don't want to have an accident in: My car...Hmm, an airplane! One more... Uh, a rental tuxedo?

Whatever you do, you don't want to have an accident in this. A car, a plane? Nope. A rental tuxedo!

That one boy who seemed to really be enjoying himself, and suddenly starts asking for somebody to drive him home, but nobody wants to leave.

I said a Hi message on wetpantsboy tweet and he deleted it. Well, that calls for an Unfollow. I know it's been a few years, but that is past tense to me. I thought he was better than that.

Pouting, looking up at you anxiously, hands clasped across my frontside. Then you notice the legs of my jeans darkening their way down to my feet. I thought I could hold it until I was back home, but couldn't.