i'm home, then i'll come over
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nvm.
It was ok at first, but now im getting freaked out by him jerking off to me doing yoga
the point i decided it was time to leave was when i was on the floor of the bar, after taking her down with me, and a table.
Fat lady wearing Shape Up's. I would feel bad making crude comments, but she has to know it's coming.
It didn't get weird until she took off her underwear, looked down, and said "fill her up!"
isn't that the guy who always buys you drinks?
yeah. i love a man who still buys me drinks after the bar cuts me off.
next time on intervention
there are casual beer cans in all of the public trashes, i belong here
he just looked at me, said "i think i'll keep you around, you put the seat back up and everything," and then burst into tears.
His lack of social graces and moral fiber complements mine nicely.
I always thought The Big Bang Theory wasa terrible show but that was before it came with blowjobs and pizza.
I lost my bra, he lost his virginity. Seems like a fair trade off.
I have this vague feeling that I was involved in a dance off with a homeless man?
She's in it for that fear factor ya'll. Obsession and stalking or nothing.
There was already gay porn open on my laptop with a tiny carrot cake, a bottle of water, and a note saying "I love you, Sober Me."
Drunk me just hits it and quits it.
Had a dick customer and the words "eat my ass" slipped out. He proceeded to lick his lips and say present it. I think it's time I quit.
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