I'm at subway, this 8 year old kid is judging my fashion sense with his dad. I want to kill myself.
It's ok, he's just 8, he's not judging you.
He just asked why I'm sitting alone. I honestly want to cry.
By the grace of god and the ingenuity of Alexander Graham Bell, this text message is made possibe: YOU ARE A WHORE
I haven't even gone in yet. I'm sitting in the waiting room playing a game i like to call "Who else is here for AA".
Can we please not be like these pathetic people in their thirties who only get drunk when they go see Sherrill Crow?
good, we got high then went swimming. shelly forgot to keep swimming so we tied her to the ladder in the shallow part with her bikini top.
$5 off purchases of eighths or more today only. Happy tax-free weekend. -Your consumer-minded pot dealer
He wants me to have his first child. So that makes four gay men that've called dibs on my eggs.
he looks SO much like Drake, I feel like an extreme groupie every time we have sex.
He is nice. Kind of short though. But didn't try to rub his jean cock on me.
Which I appreciated.
A dude just looked at me like my drunk swaying was corrupting his progeny DUDE YOUR KID HAS A MULLET YOU'VE ALREADY RUINED HIM
He's a real gentleman. At least he tried to flush my closet's handle after he pissed in it.
UVE SEEN MY TITS OKAY STOP CRYING
I'M GOING TO DIE ALONE WITHOUT ANYONE PRETENDING TO BE A MARRIED COUPLE WHILE DRUNK AT A MALL WITH ME
Everytime after he came, he'd laugh uncontrolably for ten mintutes. He was sober..
He was gone when I woke up. But he left skid marks on my sheets and our unopened bottle of Titos is missing
New Rule: No more sleepovers with guys we met on Reddit
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