My face smells like vagina and Im on my way to court. Fuck.
I don't remember. I remember laying in the trunk of a car. For hours.
Wait, is this the kid that tried catching a bat in your backyard with a flashlight and a ball of tin foil?
I find it worrying that she bit me in bed. Then proceeded to write her name in bite marks. All without ever losing the rhythm of our fucking.
I smell like gasoline and adventure.
Carving a pumpkin in a gay bar at 2am. How did my life get to be this way.
After her AA meeting, she was on the phone with her mom, and when she said, "they're making me start over with Step 1," I quietly sang, "cut a hole in the box".
She seriously left me for a guy that likes his own statuses on facebook.....
That's what jaeger bombs out of teacups will do to you.
Please tell me those naked pics were not your mom. Lie if you have to.
Wish me luck. My vagina needs it.
May his noodley appendage touch you.
My crotch smells like fire and I can't find my pants
I was the only one in group sessions to bring up sex as a stress reliever. Some of those people were awfully judgy despite the fact we were all in a psych ward.
I traded some nice guy at the bar ten bucks and a pack of cigarettes for his leather jacket. I'm pretty sure I win at life. Whoever is in my phone as Tyler Durden, I thank you.
His hair is as curly as mine. It was like watching me go down on myself.
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