then he goes, "ok, i have to go talk to the girl i'm semi-talking to/dating and see if i'm in trouble" WHAT IS MY LIFE?!
guys are not supposed to queef...right?
I'm in the laundromat a drunk armenian guy keeps trying to help me fold my laundry. Ah i'm going to miss queens.
I have only been in this city 3 nights and there are already 4 bars I can never go back to again.
He just said "wow, thats some rly nice hair! And those teeth..thosee are some cool teeth"
By the way, she says hi. At least I think she did since she licked my phone
He made me a mix cd. There is obviously something wrong with him.
Woke up this morning with a junior police officer sticker over my nipple this morning.
Also he wants to know a casual, consise way to ask a girl in a bar if he could eat her out. Think on that.
I found him passed out against a dryer in the girls washroom, in front of an old woman was trying to figure out how to dry her hands.
I swear I can't go out anymore. It's like he put a GPS in my dick. I don't know if I should feel awkward or proud...
Well i would have gone to the bar but Satan decided to hold his rituals in my uterus.
You also proposed and then tried to jack me off
Lol, perhaps. But the drinks are so cheap, the music is better, and the bartenders and bouncers all know my name. I can't abandon it, even if it is a gay bar, its still my Nirvana.
I was a psycho gf all the time...I'm sorry
I was drunk 90% of the time...tit for tat
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