windsor, ontario is like a poor man's amsterdam
no, it is just poor
I wouldn't necessarily call it an addiction, more of a passion. I'm habitually passionate.
you handed me your bra at the bar and said 'hold my purse'
i remember too much of last night for it to have been successful
he rubbed his balls on my face to wake me up.. this friends with benefits thing is getting out of hand.
Just crossed the line from casual pregrame to public intoxication. Shotgunning in a bus shelter.
She just pulled out a chicken strip and a hundred dollar bill from her purse. This is a legit twentyfirst bday weekend.
there is a dorito bag in my car full of my mouth blood
She kept pulling joints out of her bra and asking strangers for birthday hugs.
My life is a joke. Told everyone last night that they could call me Mrs. McCormick because I'm gonna end up alone with a handle of peach vodka anyways.
He is into some weird shit i walked in his room last night he was waving his hard dick around hitting shit yellin cock fight
just imagine me sitting naked on a toilet with a fully-clothed dude i havent seen in 2 years, trying to make normal conversation except that im covered in blood and he's helping wipe me down while i try not to pass out because blood makes me NERVOUS. And he's apologizing and i'm apologizing.
I also need to get my life together but instead I just eat spoonfuls of Nutella. We can't win 'em all
after sex he fell asleep with his water bottle in one hand and his dick in the other at 6pm. I'm a winner.
Just because I'm asexual doesn't mean I can't have a revenge fuck.
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