Um, that's called prostitution
Not if I leave it on the nightstand, then it's called cab money
Have fun fixing the bed from last night Bob Villa.
At least you didn't call me Brittany this time
I was so high I couldnt even listen to music i was terrified of the potential knowledge i would gain.
he said it was like fucking a big sack of slut potatoes
I don't really know I'm just giving her a key to get back in and the "don't get pregnant speech" and leaving it at that.
If you don't remember anything tomorrow, this is to remind you that you asked me in secret to build a bobsled with you and re-enact Cool Runnings.
he just asked if we wanted to go to an arts and crats club with him tomorrow. every day it becomes harder for me to defend his sexuality
i yelled at him for a little and we ended up fucking in a random tennis court.
Was that picture taken before or after I supposedly punched him in the face?
i'm exhausted. do you know how hard it is to put together an outfit that is professional enough to secure a babysitting job yet slutty enough to let him know i'm down for sex during naptime?
I just stabbed open a can of Spaghetti Os with a spork. Who says I cant take care of myself?
Happy Halloween!! Last Halloween we spent together you got brought home in a shopping cart
I kind of just assumed by how he whisked eggs that he would be bad in bed.
I've never been so turned off by an omelet.
UGH I HATE BEING THIS WAY IM GOING TO GO HUG THE CACTUS YOU GOT ME
A bitchslap is in order.
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