im pretty sure one of the guys i was dancing with at graffiti wrote on my back "you rock". now feel like a danced with a 5 year old.
walking through the french quarter. a homeless guy just offered me a pigeon. gotta love new orleans.
I don't know. I guess at the end of the day I wanted taco bell more than a boyfriend.
Totally get that.
Yes, that's a picture of my balls. It isn't however an answer to my question.
He tied me to the bed, fucked me and left me tied up until he proved to his room mates that he actually fucked me. But other than that, best sex ever!
I'm sensing a Yuletide blow job in your future and by future I mean tomorrow
He has what he calls a "Ben Franklin". It's a pubic hairdo based on the man himself; long on the sides and bald in the middle.
Is it bad that I'm tracking my period with Instagram pictures?
I need Mexican food. Like, I'd take it through a needle at this point. It's totally worth the track marks.
you're no funn. i shall go consult my friend vodka on this matter.
I think Jabba the Hut is dying in the stall next to me.
Being single is awesome because I can still drink a bottle of wine and hate myself, but I don't have to shave my legs!
As much as I trust your struggle imma deal with being Eskimo brothers with my own sister before I get to that
I kid you not. He let me in into his house, showed me the putt putt in his backyard. Offered to play me.
Lies! You took my virginity, and now my cigarettes!
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