We basically counted to 3 and then dumped each other.
As soon as he told me I had a 'pretty laugh' I knew I'd be putting out more than I had originally planned.
This wouldn't happen so much if fat girls would just stop being so damn easy.
btw my roommates send a round of applause to you and that guy you tried to fuck on our wall. Additionally they hope he got it in.
It can't be good... The last recollection I have is singing lullabys to his penis
judging by my wet hair I would guess I showered at the bartenders apt last night?
I wonder if i could put a dildo on my bike seat to encourage me to exercise.
It's like a teen mom casting at the Obgyn's office. I feel great about my positive life decisions.
I was late because I helped this old romanian lady mow her lawn at 2AM.
I'm going to make out with someone. I'm on a mission. I don't even care if I'm wearing beer goggles. As long as he's not shorter than me, gay, or a woman.
this celing is unfamiliar to me... im just vaguely wondering where i am. but not quite concerned enough to do anything about it.
I have just found the cubicle of sustenance. And I will rejoice at all the families that have not found this magic. This vodka cubicle of magic.
I have the overwhelming need to take care of him. Both with my vagina and like emotionally.
There is a dude riding on one of those standing wheel things inside forever 21. Calm down.
if you want to know how my night is going I just ugly cried in the cheesecake factory
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