You act like I was drinking alone...I had the entire Verizon network with me
recycled a plan b box. kill a baby. save a tree.
He fucked volume into my hair. It was amazing.
it's like doing a sit-up... but, you're inside someone
Apparently I confessed my love for him last night. Also, my love for cash4gold commercials.
I wish I could but I can't. No beer pong or sex on a hammock...such an unproductive weekend
Maybe you can hide out somewhere she would never go. Like a counseling center or AA
I just want to fall into a pit of xannies and eat my way out.
please, i've had weekends with less dignity than this.
My only positive piece of news is that my roommate is moving home for the summer, so our stress-relief sex will be much easier to get away with.
My mom comes home from her weekend with her lesbian co-workers and asks "You wanna know how I got these bruises?" I've never been more torn about anything EVER.
It all started because he put my damn phone in his pants. By his crotch nonetheless.
I don't know if your celebrity crush has ever asked you for nudes, but it's fucking awesome
I think he has some internal "man stuff" that keeps getting in the way.
Like alcoholism and general douchbagary.
I'd rather plunge my eyes out than acknowledge being related to either of my brothers
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