This is clearly one of those "A hole's a hole" situations
So what's the moral of this story? Aside from 'lesbians hold grudges'?
I need a leather bustier to keep them in.
Too kinky for 11:30am. Stop that.
I have your camera. You have 35 naked pictures of me. you're welcome.
I got vodka in my stocking. Having an alcoholic mom has paid off.
tolerance is too high. going on a liquor strike. ghandi style.
You coming out tonight? We gotta hang out before I move to Madison. BTW I'm moving to Madison.
I literally just wrote "I'm sorry" in my blue book, got up and walked out
I'd be there a lot sooner if these damn stairs would stop moving.
Trust me. I don't get home before 5am. I know what Immmm doing. BTW bail money is in my closet. PEACE
What is their policy on bow ties and belligerence?
Would you judge me if I made John grow a bush while he is in Cancun so he doesn't cheat on me?
I swear I can't go out anymore. It's like he put a GPS in my dick. I don't know if I should feel awkward or proud...
When I was drunk texting him about three ways he seemed more interested in just seeing me. And that's when I knew something was wrong with him
So far my survey results are telling me to pawn the ring. Thoughts?
Randomize
