Where are I am going home with Ryan
I don't know who this or Ryan is but it is probably too late to talk you out of it
he's dressed up as spiderman, i don't understand why he's crying.
Before we started fucking, he laid me on the bed, and asked my what my sleep number was, so that i would be "comfy"
Not even the dog will look at me anymore.
Got robbed by knifepoint. Then got sympathy Bj. I might have to walk down Austin ave drunk every weekend
i just remember explaining why my socks were better than everyone elses.
Im gunna just be that one ballerina in the low V leopard thong leotard and everyone else can be boring and prude with their little pink tights on.
And I also succeeded in getting kicked out of a bar when I was drinking straight from the vodka bottle at our table.
He said he doesnt believe in the female orgasm,so no I did not have sex with him.
I woke up with $140 in twenties in my bra and have never been more puzzled.
i mean hes a break dancing puerto rican, how do you think the sex was?
Need to find a Santa hat to fit my penis, he deserves to be festive too.
i feel like a cleansing fire is the only way to purify the house
Imma go take shower so I can cleanly change into my drinking underwear.
The high school classes are online, not my sex life. He still comes over for “teacher / parent conferences.” A couple more “conferences” and I’ll be able to rewrite the Sex Ed curriculum
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