that's just what I need...drunk ass people throwin hatchets in the dark.
I told my ex i loved him and then he sent me a picture of this girl laying on his bed.
we are cooking lunchables pizzas on a fire pit.
So the weirdest part of it all was he whispered in my ear "can i eat you out on your tredmill?" I dont find him attractive at all anymore
He spent most of his night trying to convince people that he had changed and was no longer a sleazebag...he had his nut hanging out of his pants about an hour later.
Dude, we took our shirts off and set our chest hair on fire. That's a low point.
You raise a valid concern
I think it's time we have the "weird fetish" talk.
Sorry I didn't text you for coffee this morning...bad life decision Saturday sorta rolled into Monday...
He goes "sorry was at the gym. Some of us workout " and I wanted to text him back and go "well some of us do occasional drugs so we don't have to"
You can't play that off as role play thing. You held my hips and kept yelling "put a baby in me!" That shit ain't cool.
BUT I think maybe Thursday in celebration of America we should probably tan and see how fast we can finish everything in the liquor cabinet.
All I'm saying is that any 24 year old guy who sends me a snapchat from the vantage point of his dick with the caption "hiding behind my weiner" is off my list potentially dateable guys.
That Kevin guy is something else...His penis is fucking glorious. And he has a way with words. If he lived here I'd be the conductor of the fuck caboose. I mean literally I would never want to get off that thing.
Don't drink and shop. I went for happy hour and came home with a fog machine. I now have no other choice but to scare the shit out of my neighbors with it.
I snuck out three pillows from the hotel i was rolling so hard. They are like little clouds. I regret nothing.
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