Well. Nothing came of that. And to think I manscaped and dusted with gold bond.
the only difference between me and a prostitute was that i complained a lot more.
The walk of shame has never felt more glorious... I think it's the somberero
curled up in a ball on my bed listening to my "cuddle with a boy" playlist. prettty high.
I no longer see him as a simple set of male genitalia attached to a very sexy body. The title "trophy fuck" seems wrong. Damn.
Throwing up in the car while my mom drives, sister holds the bag & my dad holds my hair. This is how my family bonds.
I don't have patience to seek someone out and try to decipher whether or not I think I'd want to actually have their dick in my face.
I couldn't find my shirt this morning so I stole one from his eight year old sister. Slutted up my outfit quite a bit.
He walked into the bar, took a deep sniff and said "this place is fertile and ready for my seed" then calmly walked to the service area
hell no. i was not wasting my two tears of virginity on him.
She said it was unconventional for me to yell "Shazam!!" when I came inside her.
I'm sorry I tried to stab you. I just really wanted those mozerella sticks.
Do you think they manscape in the zombie apocalypse?
I've seen you go skiing on a Tuesday, but you think you're too good for TGI Friday's?
Is that strawberry winking at me??
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