So what's the moral of this story? Aside from 'lesbians hold grudges'?
When you're about to leave, tell him "bye." At that point, he should say something. If he doesn't say anything, well, our drinks were free and he gets a free make out with yours truly.
do you think my med school application would be worse off if "I like helping others and shit" slipped into an essay I emailed last night?
I'm not gonna lie. having my legs shaved for me in the morning was a lovely surprise.
i'm having the hardest time convincing my roommates to go dumpster diving for pizza with me. i really miss you..
I hope you dream of an avalanche of penises
If you asked me 10 years ago where I thought I'd be today, I can pretty much guarantee I wouldn't have replied with "buying hemorrhoid cream on Bourbon St at 7am"
She's throwing herself an "I just had a baby" shower, where she makes up for 9 months of sobriety then squeezing a watermelon out of her vagina.
I just hope I don't wheeze during sex
I had wine for breakfast at 6am, that's how visiting my parents went.
I hope you get stoned and think that you're a seal in shark infested waters
So, my love of dick may have landed me in a cult. On the bright side, I now have a discount at Spencer's.
You have the perkiest tits in all of North America. You're fine.
Why do I have this feeling like this is heading in a slightly threesome-y direction
I think the night went to shit after he started sweating and crying about a taco he dropped on the ground 3 years ago. No more blind dates
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