Its trashy in the best of ways. Like a stripper working to pay for college.
I have to verbally tell you. He looks good on paper...but he totally fails in person. Like communism.
Bruises. Everywhere. Table sex is dangerous
I made him leave at 3am, he texted me a couple minutes later and said the elevator was broken and he was sleeping in there, but he said I was worth it so I don't feel guilty
Stripper with the black hair and lip rings is still asleep. Found out she wasn't lying when she said she was a squirter, it was like splash mountain.
I just learned my tits were fire resistant. I should join the freakin circus
Didn't know hookah bars could end badly. I feel for her hair
I'll be visiting the rave tower. Prepare your finest boxed wines for my consumption.
But really- as the voice of your vagina I am BEGGING you to do it. If not for yourself than for your poor innocent puss
If I show up to the mall alone looking like I do to purchase a vibrator and some Japanese food, I would judge me too.
I'm not sure how to explain it, but I feel like our penises have a connection. Like long lost brothers. We're not even gay.
bitch i am allowed to be rude i just fought cold hard porcelain with my face
Now in listening to Jerome Bettis speak at the hall of fame and my boner just started twirling a terrible towel
He's not very smart so he didn't know I was yelling at him with monologues from Scandal.
I think I might start referring to your vagina as a separate being now