he confessed his love for me, threw up on my pillow and then fell asleep on said pillow. i met him last night.
better than last weekend. things are really looking up for you.
All I know is it had something to do with a plunger and tuna salad. I'm done. I'm quitting my job.
Well, technically I had a shirt on, it was just around my waist.
He said he wants to make an itinerary for the sex we'll have when I come home.
You looked cold, so i decided to make you a blanket out of sticky notes.
You are going to be so proud of me, I'm wearing underwear AND tights. That's two layers more than usual between my vagina and the world.
They evidently had to pull his penis out of me while we were passed out on the floor.
It'll just be like "PENIS HERE". In case you get lost.
Obviously he considers you not fucking him as fucking up. Thus making him fuck up. Based on this I believe he should be disqualified from the race to your vagina.
I gave them the 'I used to fuck your son' discount.
ok thanks goodnight
Also before you go to bed i just have to get it out there that i really like macklemore as a person
I just saw a raccoon get launched out of a tree by another raccoon. They have turf wars...
The usual, icing my vag with a chimichanga.
For someone who claims to be straight, she knows a hell of a lot about bi erasure, and one Hayley Kiyoko song too many
poll: am I friendzoned if he just called me brochacha? on one hand, he called me bro, but on the other, he used the a to make it feminine.
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