no more stoned jack in the box. this is the third night in a row.
he kept farting in my kitchen and blaming it on the dog. then we went to wendy's and he spent twenty minutes in the bathroom. im pretty sure he shit his pants.
you should have known when you found out he drove a mini cooper not to hang out with him.
that would be two times in a week with two different guys.
they have the same name so it only counts as one guy right?
not much just sitting outside his bathroom door naked eating cheetoes. You?
In your drunken glory you promised me, tongue, 12 naked pics, and 1,800 breakfasts.
If it makes you feel any better about life I'm wearing yoga pants with granny panties and toms with socks cause fuck my life
He said we were over, wrote my name on the condom he left in my car last night and said he'd always keep it in case I came back. It was kind of romantic
I'm sitting next to the guy that peed in our drying machine
I will most likely miss you the least and fondly remember you as Mr. "I need a minute" but really need 24 hours and 4 extra inches.
So the bar crawl I'm on is a "90s bar crawl" and I made the joke about a few overweight girls that "lack of concern for your weight is so 90s" it did not end well
Good!!! I'm so proud of you for not snorting alcohol. Big girl steps.
I'm going to force her to break up with me this week. Tonight I plan to shit the bed. If that doesn't work I'm not sure what's next.
There is no rule that you can't be in a room with more than one dick that's been inside you.
BUT YOU GOTTA TASTE THE RAINBOW!!
That's what Skittles are for!
I swear I only fuck him for the huge bottle of smart water he gives me afterwards.
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