There are walks of shame and then there are walks of what the hell is wrong with you.
youre just mad i got the high score on the breathalyzer
I use him for alcohol and he uses me for sex. This is the closest thing to love i could imagine
The night started going down hill when she shot the cashier in the face with the confetti gun we bought at 711.
So I've gone into the break room to heat up a styrofoam cup 8 times over the course of 4 hours.. that desperate to see him. Now I have a broken heart AND cancer.
Just walked into the bathroom and looked straight ahead and made eye contact with a guy taking a shit through the crack in the stall door...
Is it wrong that the only reason I'd want Savannah in my wedding party is to watch her whore around and drink?
You're not horrible. Thank you for my pandas.
The internet is out at West Chester so I'm masturbating using my imagination. What is this, the fucking dark ages?
he came during what was supposed to be the foreplay blowjob. there goes my evening.
We cuddled after till the morning. Then he woke up sober... and straight.
I didn't know where you were for like 15 minutes and then I went in the bathroom splashing water on the mirror and throwing hand towels around saying that you were "redecorating"
You seemed underwhelmed by my smooth, smooth ass
I'm trying to make sure he doesn't drown in the toilet. Because I'm a nice lady.
So I've reached a new low. After completing my walk of shame and being told "see you around", I took off my heels to discover he had came in my shoe.
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