my drunken desire to be gossip girl continues to ruin friendships for me
Today was my first day of hebrew and I learned how to say give me sex... I think I can quit now
I'm gonna vom. In the dentist chair. Who makes a dentist appt for July fucking 5th.
Yes, that's a picture of my balls. It isn't however an answer to my question.
A beer fell out of the case, hit the ground and started spraying. He's a pro. He grabbed it and shotgunned it while still holding the case.
I sold weed for gas money to get home. I thought that's what college was for.
He won't sleep with me again until I commit...
Run. There is other dick in the sea, less clingy dick.
It took all the strength I had tto sit at my desk and not tear off my business attire and run screaming from adulthood and flourescent lights.
Some days you just pee in a stairwell and go home.
He has silky zebra print sheets, which you would think he put on just for me, but the bed was unmade. Did I just sleep with a closet case??
I have a boner in one of my pics with her which no one noticed.
I could tell you were slightly drunk by the time you started having a conversation with my tiki torch
The orgasm I got from him made me feel almost as good as I imagine the girls in the tampon commercials feel.
I'm no doctor but I don't think balls are supposed to look like that.
My purse is full of condoms and money.
I like where this is going...
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