I hope God doesn't listen to everybody on a Saturday night.
Every single piece. I examined every single square inch of this peanut butter and jelly sandwich. and fell in love with every inch. that high.
It's like I paid NJ Transit $33 to suck his dick and go home. Fuck that.
But fine, we can play that game. You can come over and we can have totally platonic, long, boring discussions. Or we can fuck. Whatever.
Since i didn't have a condom I told him to use jump ship method, I think I was overly invested in my sailor costume this year.
Also, I found out tonight a major plus for being female is you can accidentally call the hot bartender sweet tits and she won't get mad.
In the last 3 months, I've slept with an ex,someone single, someone in a relationship, someone married, and someone divorced. I should get some type of grown up girl scouts badge.
That is was cool to fuck the single mother accross the street until every girl i bring home gets the car keyed.
Everyone was in the walk-in getting high, and I had to be all cool. Serving soup and salads. Night manager status doesn't pay enough.
Blacked-in to me, shirtless, giving myself finger guns in the mirror and rapping "stacks in the club stacks stacks in the club."
He interrupted me giving him head to ask if I were hungry, because he wanted to eat pizza. Wtf.
must go to store soon wiping with panty liner ugh
he just ran into my room in his giant penis costume yelling "supercock to the rescue"... I am still in total shock
I have filthy fantasies involving his tongue. My vagina almost exploded while he was licking that ice cream cone.
It's done, I'm done, goodbye veneer of class and dignity it was nice knowing you
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