Admittedly I was a little ambitious with some of the positions but you walked in during the worst of it.
susan atkins died, charles manson's lady
dont cry, there are other serial killers to crush on.
I don't understand why we need a holiday to become more aware of boobs...
Based on how hungover I feel today, it makes more sense that the bouncer didn't let me in to that bar.
man, work is way more interesting with these acid flashbacks.
There is a pube in my fucking eyeball
There is a mirror in the headboard of the bed that I'm sleeping in so I can immediately question life choices when I wake up.
Currently trying to figure out if the guy has a cane next to me or brought a weird dildo to the bar
SEXX, SEXX, SEXX,SEXX,SEX SEX SEXXXXXXX SEX SEX SEX SEX SEX SEX SEXSEXSEXSEXSEXSEX SEXSEXSEXSEXSEX.\nimagine that to the can can song. also come to my house. theres a dance routine.
I really shouldn't be this use to hearing "YOURE THAT GIRL?!?!"
Before he left he told me if his girlfriend ever finds out, she'll take us both to an alley and kill us.
How exactly does a handjob become fancy?
Blueberry lube, and champagne.
Well I want to be mistreated and called a slut and finger banged
But I guess hugs would be nice
Right before he dumped me... he got a really ugly pair of pants. They were twill pants. A pinkish color. When I'm sad... I picture him in them. It makes me smile.
Neighbor just came over and asked if I had anything to clean blood out of carpet... it's definitely time to move.
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