So, how was the dinner
Just like the ex wife, cold, fatty, and expensive.
i made sure i dropped the whole "im a yoga teacher" bomb which basically roofies a guys sense of judgement and guarantees he will sleep with me.
I negotiated the purchase of an entire tray of like 50 jello shots for $8.
Once you realized you couldn't finish the 30 you started walking down the street and leaving a beer in everyone's mailbox
I enjoyed our heart to heart in the trunk on the way to the stripclub
she's lying on the floor with a bottle of vodka, belting shakira. plz advise.
Is it bad that my only regret is fucking on the bathroom floor and not the sink?
Should I feel guilty that my husband is cheating on his girlfriend with me? I mean, we're not divorced yet so I still have dibs, right?
Please tell me joes at work safe and sound and doesn't smell like jail?
I piss off the neighbors just so I can have someone to compete with.
The topic of sex in the jamba banana suit has come up on multiple occasions. We're just waiting for a moment to try it out.
its 2pm. u awake yet?
ill text u back later. still peeling fingernail polish off my face.
Full disclosure. I fucked the fatty from work and shit is weird now.
That's fine. It's not illegal to bring ham into a museum.
I'm going to a one year olds birthday party to smoke weed. What has my life become.
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