So am I a slut for not remembering his name after sex last night or not recognizing him in the cafe today after he told me who he was?
You slow danced with your carpet steamer last night.
I mean, I'm not looking for prince charming. I'm looking for the glass slipper of dicks.
I had this image of some guy in a taco truck down by the IMA accosting you for a peep show.
its kind of scaring me that i am turned on by tom cruise in rock of ages
If I'm going to risk life and limb to wear a Wings jersey to the Garden next week, the least they can do is win.
And the most would be ending up in bed with one of them.
Yeah, nothing like barfing into a grocery bag you just put dog shit into.
I don't think he understands that his kid doesn't bother me. I have a binder full of developmentally appropriate early childhood activities.
Either go for divorced men who are forty plus or stop doing this immediately. You are 23 years old. You need more wine and less baby fever
Just walked outside my house; realized I wasn't wearing any pants after about 3 minutes or so.
Drunk, high, hungover?
...I wish I had an excuse.
He kept saying "Welcome to Indianapolis" over and over while we were having sex...because that's his hometown. I was scared and confused... I didn't know if I should have said thank you or what.
Wearing my one sleeve dress...thought you'd like to know I shaved ONE armpit lol
We had everything under control until this one jackass fucked up. Thanks, Peter.
I didn't think you wanted your identity stolen along with your dignity. My mistake.
when I finally sobered up enough to get out of bed this morning I went to talk to mom and forgot that I had TITS written in big letters on both my hands. I love drinking games.
Profesor just winked at me. This class might be easier than I thought
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