its not stalking. its research.
you puked in the cab and all over yourself and tried to convince the cabby it was there already when he got upset... then you puked again. not too convincing are you
I swear, you have an app for that. "Attention: your boyfriend is pooping. Place call?"
we used a swiffer mop as a stripper pole.
This escort grabbed my boyfriends ass and it became clear, he fucked pretty much anything he could find prior to dating me.
You were talking about masturbating on the phone then said you had to go because golden girls was on then you called me back saying you seen that episode already.
They are fixing my bike for free, trying to smoke me out, and their kids keep hugging me.
First week back and I made to one class, its gonna be okay after all.
you were afraid hed set himself on fire so you dumped a box of baking soda on him
This is what happens when wu tang raised you
I no longer exist. I have transformed into a puddle of sex.
My one regret (beside the inevitable shit storm that followed) is that now I can't fuck his cute friend.
Is there evidence of another human being getting away with this/ not dying?
This is not the first time I've recognized my body is subconsciously trying to make pizza.
The walk of shame was so much longer today. i have to start fucking guys in my own postcode.
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