I need like a "Cookong High for Idiots" book. Or a car.
you were the other women for BOTH people in the relationship?
he refused to get me toilet paper before we started drinking so I keep wiping with his towel.
He asked me to grab his balls and yell "thats a spicy meat-a-ball" Last time I do requests.
He spent most of his night trying to convince people that he had changed and was no longer a sleazebag...he had his nut hanging out of his pants about an hour later.
Every once in a while you'd chuckle to yourself, and when I asked you what's so funny u replied "sometimes my toes tickle eachother"
Your job is getting in the way of our day drinking. Shots on the hour are not as cool alone.
Took me 12 hours to be sober again. Shitshow mission accomplished
These welts and bruises from letting gay boys whip my thighs last night are a clear indication i should lay off the tequila.
Also I think I realized when my life started to turn into shambles.. The day I took my high school senior picture WITH A HICKEY ON MY NECK
every time someone would wish me happy birthday I would be like "thanks happy birthday to you too"
even my drug dealer wished me a happy birthday before my mother did.
I just gotta say that I feel so much better now that I got some. I mean I feel like a normal functioning adult ready to contribute to society.
Like he was cock blocking and it usually takes ten cocks to block this cock
Ya, It's probably because whenever I close my eyes I see a kitten playing a banjo.
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