dude, your ex-bf is on match.com
details on that.
well, his profile doesn't say anything about herpes.
My rats are drinking wine. I am drinking with rats. God i am so alone.
i'm sober ask me anything about the civil war
She had her underwear around her neck. No one can tell me i'm a slut now.
I pretty much have hash tequila and gelato for dinner every night
The Deck is crawling with Cougars. Sound the irresponsibility alarm and come drink with me on a Tuesday night.
I misjudged the power of my pelvic thrusting capabilities. His nose is broken. Thoughts?
I fucked her wearing an American flag. Now here I am, awake, naked, and flag less. How do I report this to the police?
Dilemas of the modern woman: deciding whether or not to write on your ex's wall for his birthday. This is serious.
You asked me what the point was. Told me your were dying alone and then had me take you and Wendy's where you bought 3 meals and ate them in about 10 minutes saying you didn't care if you got fat...
All I want to do is ice my pussy, but then my husband would probably infer that I was not at a business meeting last night.
Clearly I was drunk when I met them I gave them a muffin. But they sure remembered me
I think I'd rather see her get hit by a car in one of those Russian dash cam videos on YouTube.
She can't even plan ahead to have toilet paper for her next shit
I have already put on my inside pants.