Don't know whats worst me sharding on her a bit or her believing me when i told her she did it...
My night sucks. It's really hard to masturbate with a broken finger.
It can't be good... The last recollection I have is singing lullabys to his penis
i promise the blood crusted on your tits is from him motorboating you after he tripped into the pool stick. nothing else.
You fell asleep with your fingers in my vagina. You made this a relationship.
high enough to want to lick peanut butter off of Michael Buble's vocal chords as he serenades me.
Just had such a rough shit, don't stop believin had to be played
Sorry I never showed up last night. It was between spending time with you and our freinds or having violent multiple orgasims. I chose the low road.
I want to be the sort of person he can respect in the morning once the drugs wear off.
i think the last part kind of negates the first part there
Well I think won that argument, as the cops were leaving, they offered me a ride to the airport
The whole time we were hanging out my vagina was yelling at me like its a real live penis that wants to have sex with us what are you doing
I just want cinnabon and vodka.
I woke up this morning to my panties draped around the neck of an empty bottle of bulleit. That is the perfect visual metaphor for my life at this juncture.
I sent him home with blood on his fingers and shame in his heart.
He had me sit on his face until I begged him to stop, then held me there 5 minutes longer. I rested my head on his chest, told him I needed time to recover....and slept for 6 hours. By the time I woke, he was already at work. I just sent him a countdown times until his shift is over.
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