I looked him in the face and asked if we could stop. he asked why. I said "I can't feel it.". ...I feel bad; I should have faked.
Just threw up on my desk at work. They are making me go home.
When the officer tried to stop you, you just shouted your name in his face. repeatedly.
I don't remember. I remember laying in the trunk of a car. For hours.
He somehow managed to bang-mail me last night. I woke up this morning to a voicemail from 1:54 a.m. of moaning and screaming. I now know how talented he is and how annoying I am to have sex with.
Blood and glitter go together right?
I don't even know what beauty is right now. I wouldn't even pity fuck me today.
We can just keep having sex until one of us finds someone we actually like
I would rather burn my vagina off with a damn flame thrower before I would touch anything that has touched her skank ass.
I'm watching Pretty Woman alone and weaving a basket for Fiona. This is my life.
I didn't rip your fishnets, WE ripped your fishnets.
Stop confusing me with every girl you know that doesn't like sex.
I think I puked in the middle of sex last night if that's any indication as to how drunk I was.
My farts smell like burning tires and false courage
I got very very very high last night and bought a cotton candy machine on eBay
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