I'm gonna play a drinking game called "Sarah takes the train"
Just ran four miles to popeye's. And back. Dedication.
Year anniversary in a month. Think I'll just give him a COME ON MY FACE FREE card. I'm both broke and shameless.
He bought me a oreo ice cream cake with "thanks for not calling the cops!" written in icing. If that doesn't sum up winter break, I don't know what does.
I don't give a damn about what he wants to do with his life. Personalities are for pussies.
we've had our differences but let's set them aside, go home and fuck
We definitely need to avoid these "I'm gonna get stabbed if I stay here any longer" partys
When you get home there will be live fish in the bathtub. I did not put live fish in the bathtub.
And after we were done he said "Let's play a game! Who can find their clothes first"
I feel like I got hit by a bus. A head on collision with my vag.
foreskin is a definite game changer
Negotiating with my body. We're ok. Violent upheaval is not necessary.
So please don't worry, but I need some help getting blood out of my drywall so I can get my security deposit back. I would not ask if the need was not great.
I'm a girl who met my last three bfs in gay clubs. Think I'm doing something wrong?
her nickname was handjob. I knew what i was getting into.
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