That level of neurosis does not find love outside of Grey's Anatomy.
the guy in front of me just bought a pound of bacon, a bouquet, and a case of budlight, i want to see THAT makeup sex
On this egg donor form, it asks "In the past 5 years, have you had sex for drugs or money?" It only gives a yes or no option and no place to explain myself. What do I do?
For a day that started with shitting my pants, things turned out fairly well.
I can't make Walk of Shame Wednesdays a recurring theme.
He managed to get his pants on, so the cop just sat there facing us with his lights shining in the car. I made shadow puppets.
My mouth already tastes like senor cuervo took a piss in it and it's barely 1 am
just got home. some guy on my porch is tryin to show me his balls. no more parties at my apartment.
I was expecting it to be of the "I am your vagina's reckoning" caliber.
Let me begin to explain the rest of last night by beginning with saying that out if necessity I took a pair of your underwear
Batchelotette party success. I woke up on the floor in nothing but a thong, a garter and a shirt that says Just Do Me.
I mean in all honesty I would let James Franco shit on my chest. End of story
I made out with a guy so that I could get ahead in the bathroom line, totally acceptable
so do you remember taking your shirt off and just standing in your bra at the bar or no?
I need to get laid. Right now that freshman frat pledge & my Econ professor are the leading candidates
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