He still wants to giggity, regardless of his girlfriend. So...I guess I'm happy again.
By the grace of god and the ingenuity of Alexander Graham Bell, this text message is made possibe: YOU ARE A WHORE
and i looked up. we had an audience...
I'm not upset because i like you. I'm upset because I can't use you for the sex anymore.
Casually brushing the Bacardi out of my hair. It's a good time to ponder regretting everything that happened last night.
I just woke up tangled in fishing line while wearing someone else's bathing suit with fishes drawn all over me. What kind of sex did we have?
Come on down you're the next contestant on "lets go drinking!"
That's not as bad as watching a dumb ass drunk peeing into your window fan -
Last night was a whirlwind of vodka - induced emotion
we're at the bar celebrating my ex bootycall getting his new gf pregnant... and me narrowly escaping a future as kitty foreman
I got fucked in a bat mobile this morning. Being slutty rules.
Until you've snorted cocaine at 6am before your nursing school clinicals birthing babies you're not on my level
I had to take on your role as drunk idiot....I have no idea how you do it so well and so regularly. That shit is exhausting.
Tomorrow I'm going to tape my thumbs to my palms and my biceps to my abdomen to learn what it's like to be a t-rex for a day. Anyone else in?
He wanted to take me to breakfast in the morning. He told me he respects me after I said no. I told him to respect me at a distance.
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