Actually, all he talks about is how great the sex is with her and how crappy you were at it. Stop being a bitch and gossiping masking it as self-righteousness.
just went trash diving in my work clothes for weed. A&E's intervention here i come.
I don't think my arm is broken I can still text
Bought two parrots for us. I'm keeping them at the Bellagio.
That one life defining moment when you catch yourself pouring whisky into your hot chocolate at 4 am, whilst crying and talking to your dog.
Knowing that he goes to voodoo every Thursday really makes me want to get myself checked.
She pushed me over. She offered me a shot from her tits. We're good now
Until this weekend, a man hadn't made me orgasm since the night Obama was elected. Now THAT is change I can believe in.
Don't patronize me, I thought of that on peyote, so it was basically like a message from God.
She had a glow in the dark pastie on her forehead the last time I saw her. That should help you find her.
It would have been nice to break the dry spell with nice, civilized, sober sex somewhere other than on my friend's couch.
I'm facebook/twitter stalking the guy I just slept with as he's passed out next to me. What a time to be alive...
Honestly, the only reason I've been productive today was because I ended up organizing my apartment while searching for my vibratory charger.
lets face it, we have a liquor cabinet with a designated chocolate shelf
the sex is SO much better when he thinks im going insane
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