So at this point...I'm sure you heard the story about Saturday night
So Delta doesn't take cash. I used my card to buy a drink and asked the attendant if she could leave it open.
I'm at a free clinic. Feel like I should cough or sneeze so it's not blatantly obvious I'm getting checked for STI's.
Thru out the entire phone conversation I went from thinking: he's making a gay come-on, to he's trying to sell me drugs, before realizing he was offering me a job with an internet company. Things are gonna be awkward in class this week.
We're lucky we aren't prostitutes by now. Whats the etiquette for returning a pair of heels with blood on them?
i preemptively threaten to cock slap your kids if they are snobby yuppy bitches
She can drink whiskey without a chaser and has a fridge full of whipped cream. Girlfriend potential
I mean two cocks this time. Trust me, I'm not gonna pull the same stunts as last time in this situation
At this point the smell of shame has become my natural musk
I liked a picture of him with his pants around his ankles, if that doesn't say I'm into you, I don't know what does.
Someone is in my phone as "fireball girl" and keeps texting me. How do I go about finding out who it is?
That is an awkward looking cockshot, not gonna lie
You both sound like you need to get shit faced, fight it out, and have makeup sex.
She put a shot in my mouth and then hit me with a pillow..
The air I exhale reeks of whiskey and bad decisions
Randomize
