I'm half bulimic - I binge but forget to purge
I have a ginormous moral hangover. Strip club blues.
apparently he couldn't remember my name so he refereed to me as whats-her-boobs and everyone knew that it was me he was talking about
Fat girl left in a hurry. Possibly had to do with the missing bathroom door in my apartment.
our conversations pretty much only consist of the phrase 'fuck you'. and the sex is fantastic. we've got a great thing going here.
Alright. I will breast feed the first person to get here.
I feel like we should actually go to church one of these days to thank god for saving us from herpes and babies.
You can't play that off as role play thing. You held my hips and kept yelling "put a baby in me!" That shit ain't cool.
There should be an open time period where you show each other your goods and it's totally socially acceptable to bail.
I wholeheartedly concur
Yeah but then I feel like it's worth it like bro you just stabbed me the least you can do is get me a fuckin otter pop.
He made me twerk for scrambled eggs... I regret nothing
I woke up on his couch and my bra was flung across the floor and filled with animal crackers
It was like the icing on a beautiful fuck boy cake.
You may be fancy. But you'll never be having cheesy garlic bread and scotch at 3am fancy.
And thank god for autocorrect cuz I can't even think in English let alone spell in it right now.
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