Buddy Cote
Buddy Cote
A prude in the streets, a freak in the tweets.
I didn't want to do this, but he has forced me to bring out the big guns. (deep breath)
I don't know how to flirt, but I do know how to look like I'm being a good listener while staring someone right in the eyes thinking "kiss me kiss me kiss me"
beginning to suspect "princeton mom" is actually a robot controlled by a cartel of sentient polyester scarves
I lost my virginity to a guy with Insane Clown Posse tattoos (plural, as in more than one) during a snow storm with 90s techno setting the mood. I regret nothing.
"Did you guys see how many treats I ate? I really think I did well!"
What I'm most surprised by is how Vladimir Putin finds the time to referee. That guy is everywhere.
Can we please not make definitive, inflammatory statements like
AEI - Women being concerned about the unlikely probability that they are drugged is a bad thing.
His farts sound like a rip off of Bono.
The though of having children petrifies me, for a number of reasons, but this one is pretty high on the list. What if I don't enjoy it or regret it? I like my quiet time, solitude and have a very independent nature.
So, when there was one of these posts yesterday, we all had a long conversation about whether it is acceptable to fade someone out of a casual new relationship. Thanks, everyone who responded! People had mixed feelings, but what I gathered is that women were more likely to think it's okay (personally, I would rather…
There is a certain type of person (male and female) who considers a handshake to be a test of true dominance by way of brute strength. These people do not handshake, they handwrestle, always with a toothy grin and a shit-eating, fucked-your-mom/dad gleam in their eye. They probably sprinkle salt in their beer, and…