So he says "lean over this" which is a chain across the doorway, held into the wall with bolts. I do. Then he puts his weight on top of me to try and get it in.
It breaks. We fall.
I now have a broken nose, a concussion, and an infected, split lip. Why do I have the worst luck in guys?
Whenever ur ready we need breakfast and a psychic.
school has made you so classy.
that's mcgill. producing sluts since 1884.
any plan I had today of being a productive member of society, I am officially throwing out the window.
Thanksgiving break drinking is a marathon, not a sprint, and i need to be well rested
Well, at least he doesn't refer to you as his associate. his mattress associate
You told me you loved me after I brushed your teeth with my index finger.
bad sex. bad bad bad. it was like trying to pick up an overcooked noodle with an empty pringles can. why do these guys always seem to find me?
Oh god I want to come home! They have an air raid siren here that alerts their neighbours across the desert it's time to come over on atvs and drink.
I currently need breakfast in bed, morning sex, and a bourbon and diet coke. Make this happen
I do NOT want to date a man who has no interest in going to a kangaroo farm
If you don't wanna wax my ass just say so.
I'm going to bed early so football can come sooner
I'm not finished with being a sloppy white girl alcoholic. I didn't postpone having a husband and kids for sober weekends.
Success! We fucked roommates!
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