My friend is getting herself a tramp stamp that says "property of the half blood prince".
She uses empty wine bottles as book ends. 2 on each side. At least 8 shelves.
He offered but I said no. I didn't think it'd be cool to accept cupcakes in the mens room of a gentlemans club.
I figured that I'd start organizing the places ive given head. I'll add treehouse right after bandroom
and she just brought her bike into the shower with her
apparently i saved myself a memo last night titled "cake" and all it says is "i love it so much"
My vagina and my morals are playing tug of war
I told him not to mix beer with his Dr. Pepper...his reply was "i'm a grown ass man i'll do what i want". Judging by the sounds coming out of the bathroom he regrets not listening to me.
I'm about to get my nails done. Would the polish name "meet me at the altar" be too straight forward for a first date?
I think if my mom ever finds out about my nipple piercings I'll just be like "mom, tbh it's a sex thing"
He stopped in the middle of us banging in order to check in for his Southwest flight.
I just bout myself an edible arrangement for myself and had it delivered to work. I even wrote myself a note. This is a new low for me.
You lost me at unexpected butt stuff. Everything else I would probably do.
There are regrets.. and there are RAGRETS
Unless you want to see me masturbate, I think skype is a no go for now.
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