Ya know, I lied. I wouldn't mess with him. Not because of the crazy/rehab issues... but because he wears tank-tops.
When it gets to the point that I'm more comfortable being naked at his house than my own, it's time to readdress the fuckbuddyship.
My cab driver just texted me 'goodnight beautiful'. I think my 'desperate for a guy phase' has just moved into a fuck my life phase.
I put the extra pregnancy test in my sex toys box as a reminder that my actions have consequences.
It was worse than that time I did shots of BBQ sauce and pierced my own ear with a thumbtack
there is nothing worst than getting kicked in the face by a stripper
One day her vagina is just going to shrivel up and seal itself with it's self preservation mechanism
Cleaning naked can be dangerous. Vacuum cord got stuck on my belly button ring...
Uh oh we had sex and I don't think I like him anymore help
Only you could go on vacation to visit family and hook up with a pro NFL player from Tinder
Why can't all sociopaths be as fabulous as me?
His parents came home, and now I'm hiding in a closet; awaiting death at dawn.
You are always hiding in a closet though??
We both shit in the same closet in Santa Fe. Nothing is sacred anymore.
This night could easily degenerate into a drunken haze of strippers and gambling, but I need a support network.
Apparently I have a "problem" because I enjoy doing bong rips in the shower
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