This is the kind of period I feel I should name out of respect to the fact I might have just gotten lucky this time.....
he was like a christmas ornament you would hang on the back of the tree....not great but still made the cut.
he burped in my vagina and tried to deny it...
I would personally love to see the surveillance video of me throwing my stuff inside, peeing on the sidewalk, then crying hysterically when I realized I locked myself out. Again.
It's that "make a Pringle and Twinkie sandwich" kind of depression.
I'm sorry I peed on your everything.
Let the vodka take you where it will. Like Pocahontas, but wasted
I was convinced to buy a man thong.
But it's Armani so it's okay.
God I just out gayed myself.
All I know is I woke up with his business card in my bra and in my handwriting on the back it says 8 inch.
Take off your clothes and see if he wants to have sex, that's a good way to find out
You ever sit back and realize our friendship is based off us ranting at each other with random animal photos thrown in
Meeting him up for him to pay half of the Plan B was awkward but worth it cause I'm broke as fuck
I don't want my vagina anymore.
Why is there a whip in the kitchen?
he's single and there are thong briefs.
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