just went to get groceries. a cashier said she saw me last night. i guess i carried a broom back from the party and swept the street the whole walk back...and i claimed to be in the cast of wicked
He yelled GOOOOAAAALLL when he came.
we were naked in his bed and he told me all about what a "baller" alexander the great was.
He kept referring to his penis a his "love gun"
Every time she shows up on my newsfeed, I get the taste of tequila in my mouth.
It was one of those "I have no idea if this will ever happen again so I can't say no" opprotunities. Part of me was like, "You slut" and the bigger part was screaming, "Hell yeah"
Did I at antime last saturday slip away and sign up for a prayer circle?
I don't think boys are aware how difficult it is to take a picture of your own ass.
Oh my god I forgot there were Band-Aids on my nipples
i think he spiked my sandwich with a viagra
The best part about drinking boxed wine is you can blow up the bag and use it as a pillow
It's Saturday night and I'm getting shitfaced alone while reading Dino porn. Wassssuuuupppp
The hint wasn't even a hint. it said "stop talking to her" that's pretty straightforward
pesky things like morals, self-preservation and cowardice are not needed. overkill is nothing but a word. there will be blood.
No? The only contact I've had with him for months was when I drunk texted him from Costa Rica to say that all jazz sounds the same
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