So you're telling me it's impossible to have a "slight case" of chlamydia?
He kept asking me to take off my bra and I sat up so he could. He fumbled with it for a few minutes and when I sighed and went to undo it he goes, "Yeah, you got this."
we used that portable toilet as a cooler to keep coronas. next person who tells me hospitals arn't fun needs to come party in rm 180.
we're doing shots for every degree below freezing it is outside
Bank of America texted me 7 times in 12 hours to say my balance was below $50. I kept transfering money back in. Then I texted my bank saying that it was okay, i knew what I was doing.
Idk what else to talk about besides you paying for half of my vaginaplasty.
good news: I made it out of bed and into shower. Bad news: I made it back to bed without clothes. Worse news: I don't know this bed.
I can't tell if I'm getting better at doing my online spanish hw drunk or if my teacher is just grading on creativity. Either way that senoritas gettin an applebees gift card when i graduate.
He rubbed my back afterwards. I forgot how to talk and I legitimately thought I was a cat for a few minutes.
He's not letting me leave till I cum. I am a hostage to my own vagina
Toppless hop-scotch needs to become a competitive sport
I'm drinking coffee out of a pasta sauce jar and eating fruit soaked in Smirnoff. I think I've hit rock bottom.
I'm to the point where I just want to get back at him in a hot man sex tornado way.
Jungle juice breakfast? No? Ok.
we are currently pregaming for our walk to the liquor store.
step one: admitting you have a problem. complete.
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