I don't know what's more sad: The fact that he fingered the side of my leg, or the fact that the side of my leg feels like a vagina.
I realized today that I should stop thinking so much with my vagina instead of my brain.
Please tell me this doesn't mean another "surprise road trip" where I spend all my money on gas and the SURPRISE destination is the abortion clinic.
But what if I pay for the gas?
Whatever. I'm saving myself for my wedding night or a night with enough patron.
Chasing a shot of svedka with a clementine is NOT the same as tequila w lime...
I'll report later on the progress of the mountain orgy
Plan B, arranged marriage to a rich Indian, is rapidly becoming Plan A. Fuck Finals.
I'm a sociology major remember
Well that and comm
Basically you majored in how to get laid
I live vicariously through you. No one mistakes me for a hooker anymore. I look like a stay at home mom of three. On bad days of four.
doing squats while I brush my teeth.. gotta keep the booty in check
Long story short, I found someone who takes me seriously when I say I have a Shakespeare kink.
Just wanted to share my unfortunate vagina news in the hopes that it would make your vagina feel better about itself.
I am mentally ready for anal.
So I remember having an orgasm, but I didn't wake up next to anyone. Your dog is afraid of me. Is this a sick joke?
If i'm not ready, make sure i'm alive. Not passed out dead in the shower.
I'll still do breakfast to celebrate the life you've had.
I promise your sink was clogged before I threw up in it.
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