HE had a tribal tattoo tramp stamp, jasmine.
We owe the rent and you're unemployed...you're in no financial position to flirt with cocaine addiction.
And then he told me he had the vodka, but he was still in line at WIC for the juice.
dudes here are drinking wine, and not in the forgivable 'just doing this to get laid' way
There is something depressing about eating toast in a dark living room by myself using a paper plate that says: "Let's Party!"
he tried to make a toast, but hit the moving ceiling fan with his beer instead
No flamethrowers. That is a direct order.
The entire time I'm blowing him she's in the back seat lecturing me on the reasons why you're not suppose to do that while they're driving...
Well if he truly loves me he will just have to accept my flaws. And that includes a tequila dependency and borderline lesbianism.
I've never been to a "going away to jail" cookout. do we bring a present?
I just realized I'm the burger in your burger and steak anology. Very disconcerting.
Almost to my house to grab beer. And pants.
Apparently I pulled that girl's number while I was trying to insist my drivers license had enough money on it to cover the tab.
These cutoffs are too tight but my ass looks like Freedom
He's a drill sergeant! The sadomasochist in me can't resist that.
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