so it turns out, not only do the doormen judge the girls I bring home, but they rate them.
First date: that requires underwear, huh?
I don't think I can handle being a slut. There is a lot more emotional stress that I never realized.
Convinced lucas all the eggs in the fridge are fertilized and now he's crying.
It's a piss down the stairs of the hotel kind of night
I worked hard to give you that boner. No one else should get to enjoy it!
We did shots with the Tupperware consultant last night. I'd say the night was a success.
And he came all over himself. At least he didn't ruin my new lulus.
Actually though that could've been bad.
I bought Plan B for the first time and an interview outfit today. You could say my life is improving.
That's right. I just LL Cool J'ed you up in this bitch. Zero fucks.
she crossed my comfort zone...i thought i was a freak
said the guy with a pink sex swing...
She just took all of the blankets in the house and threw them in the yard, because 'the grass was cold'..
Youre saying I should leave him? Have you seen the dating pool these days? It's terrifying, and in the capital region it's straight Norman Bates
I was just told that I'm the Sherlock Holmes of drunken sex. I'll take it.
No pussy. I don't care what time of year it is you do not look tough wearing sandals. Honestly you look like a high school guidance counselor.
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