we're blogging at a bar
Yes, one should always join a cult. At least once.
It's finally official that I am from Oklahoma. I'm currently sleeping with my ex-fling's brother.
we've progressed from teabagging to lighting eachothers asses on fire. this cannot be a good path.
debating whether or not to save the package from my first plan b pill. it would be a nice addition to any baby book.
nothing like Chinese food and masturbating on a Saturday night
I had some like war flashbacks of giving someone a handjob and i was trying to figure out who it was.
I'm not liking this ratio of moving to blowjobs...
Between my vag yelling at me for having bad sex and my legs yelling at me for going to the gym I cant hear myself think.
I can't believe I had to sit there pretending to play Halo with a condom on for 20 Minutes because your brother barged in to tell a story.
Ice that vagina down, get some coffee, and try not to walk with a limp. It's time to dominate, pull it together
who knew my inner goddess was such a whore
Dilemma. I'm out of wine and I can't put on clothes to go to the liquor store bc I just got spray tanned. If this isnt white girl problems I don't know what is.
saying im screwed is like saying the titanic took on a little water.
He asked me to describe my life outside work. I responded with "Home-wrecker.
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