even through the webcam i could tell he was aiming for my face/hair
I guess what I'm trying to say is you've fucked more people than the economy.
Just try to make good decisions...remember our convo we had about morals the other day?
Turn them off?
smell my finger.
he clicked a button a stirrups came down from the ceiling... if I don't come home by sunday, report me.
She kept saying my hands are a cupcake factory
I feel like I just need to fuck him after all his effort. like a "hey man good try" like those kids who get last place and still get a trophy.
im just laying here pukin in my mouth and swallowing it 'cause im WAY too lazy to actually get up and find a place to vomit. this is my life now.
I really hope you are not drunk feeding a raccoon.
We swapped clothes. He left in a v-neck and I left in a tuxedo. Classiest walk of shame or the gayest?
Whenever we go out my brain flips on autopilot, straight to blackout.
Opened the apartment door and the smell of sex and weed literally slapped me across the face. Kudos.
how I know last night was a good night: this morning I found a bottle of tapatio, a bag of chicken and a bag of popcorn in my purse.
You kept pointing at me and saying I'm getting chicken parmesan and no one is going to stop me
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