So when jo picked me up from the bar I kept apologizing and kept telling her "I'm just a wittle donut"
We had two amazing nights in a row...it was so weird...I couldn't even go to sleep cause I thought maybe it was just in his plot to kill me.
I just remembered we were doing butt clenching exercising with bar straws last night
Dude you didn't move for like 2 hours then suddenly sang the chorus to ghetto superstar and passed back out
you got me arrested i just think that goes without question you owe me a blowjob
asked the girl next to us on line to take a picture of us and she shared her bacardi. i love white people.
With the amount of g's you put on going I'm gonna guess you're drinking alone again
if I just puked into my own hand, but then cleaned it up quickly, quietly, and calmly, am I still a trainwreck?
On a better note: I'm on pace for 730 female produced orgasms in 2013.
somehow this went from sexting to explaining my eating disorder.
I tried to be mean but not so mean that he won't bone me next weekend
I just feel like I'm worth a little bit more than your recycled nudes...
a guy messaged me on POF to ask if I knew of any places that were hiring. And was being completely deadass serious. I'm so done
I just spent so much time grooming my landing strip and like, sex isn't even on the agenda tonight.
I have mastered the art of having sex on monkey bars.
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