I am puke
I seriously can't date anymore I forgot how to hide my crazy
not sure how we got back down, broken rib says we didn't use stairs
Don't. You get on the 18 year old. I'll get on the 38 year old. Together we will bridge 2 decades of cock.
Using a joint as a bookmark. What is my life?
It felt like Party Santa dropped by and gave us two more 18-packs.
Wrapped in a blanket, just ate a whole party pizza. All my dreams are coming true and you don't even care.
Guess I'll put him on my to-do list too. But closer to the bottom since we dated before. That's almost unethical.
Admittedly shitfaced... I have two questions. 1)why is the fan in my bathroom on? (Sub-text: is there a ghost?). 2) is your underwear really argyle?
I woke up to the sound of him repeatedly tapping out SOS in Morse Code using his hard cock.
but there's so much I wanna do before I have kids. like die
woke up to find i out made out with his roommate before hooking up with him. breakfast was awkward to say the least
I'm trying. I feel like we're trying to have sex with fruitcake. dry and boring.
Every time I try to do something productive I end up searching ghost porn.
Thanks for leaving me with drunk gabby
Hahahaha why what's happening?
She's sending me morse code through the wall....typical
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