Dub. In the bra. Dub in the bra.
He only uses me for sexual pleasure. The sad part is I don't even feel like a slut. I just I feel like I should just live in the top drawer of his nightstand....for free of course.
im glad we only fight about serious things like the hills and disney scene it
new low: my hungover self just mistook bacon grease for mashed potatoes. worst. mistake. ever.
She has her iPod in her ears slippers and sweats on and is walking around the house up and down the stairs getting "exercise" she just stopped for a water break
Gay TA. Finally going to boost my GPA your way.
God damn. I'm really starting to resent babies. They're everywhere. Like fucking land mines.
Me and him were fist fighting in the back of the cab and I offered the driver a 100% tip to call him an asshole. I don't know why.
we shared soup. that is literally the extent of my romantic life right now
OH HAPPY DAYS YOU'RE BOTH GINGERS YOU'LL REPRODUCE YOUR OWN KIND
You are COMPLAINING that the sex was too good. You're not getting any sympathy from me
My vagina feels like it's been kissed by angels.
I should become her mentor. Get her life back together for her
You mean sponsor?
I'm doing the walk of shame into my therapists office wearing his clothes...I guess go big or go home
You are hungover. Your arguments are irrational an incoherent. We only played twice. Have some Gatorade and take a knee.
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