i seriously hope you fucking die....you are the worst.
SHit! Sorry, sent to wrong person
he kept asking me "do you love it? tell me you love it" as I was riding him.
and...?
I told him it was alright.
It's like playing clue with my own life. I have to piece together what I did, where I was, how I did it, and who I did it to
By the third Id pass back i figured the bouncer had fucked one of us.
sooo what's the appropriate music to listen to after you find out the dude you been fucking, is legit married with kids...what genre is that?
Also adulthood=replacing meals with bourbon. And not getting your hair caught in a fan.
Why were you eating a hot dog in the bathroom at 230 am?
My roommate was sleeping, I thought it would be rude
I tried to take home a cat on broadway last night. I named him Pinocchio and put my purse down on the sidewalk and tried to put it inside it
I need to quit being a slut. It's to the point that I got my period today and automatically I Believe I Can Fly popped into my head.
I have nothing to say other than the obvious 'we probably shouldn't have done that' and the less obvious 'i think you bruised my labia major' ...?
Who knew sons of strippers would be really feminist boyfriends?
It was a blast. I was going to say that throwing up in the airport bathroom wasn't classy, but it's classier than quietly puking into a fast food cup while in your seat during takeoff...
It's obvious you're hotter. You've been doing a married guy for almost 2 years.
Never make a coconut bikini from a real coconut.
I smell like old thai food.
So, I can officially cross "getting eaten out in a church confession booth" off my bucket list.
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