And my awkwardness continues. I felt the need to send him a text that said roar. I did it.
there's got to be a less slutty way to tell him the baby isn't his
we went to the store to buy cookie dough and conditionally went straight towards the booze
i can't decided whether the fact that her nipples are bigger then her palms is a problem or not
No worries you cant actually turn into a wine snob if you brew it in your closet....
I'll just dance on top of the ping pong table, and if it's stable enough for that, then it's stable enough for sex
Traveling before 21 and traveling after 21 are two different things. There's a whole nother world of red white and blue weird out there
I keep telling myself that if Britney can make it through 2007, I can make it through this date.
He's trying to marry me, when is the appropriate time to tell him my real name and that Dallas is a completely fictitious slutty alter ego? I need the advice of someone with morals.
The guys in the quick check just recognized me as the girl who bought rolling papers and whipped cream. This is the walk of shame on crack.
well his attempt to make a white russian with instant coffee, gone off milk, and that weird probably illegal vodka we bought the other day isnt going well
I can't help but look at my sex life and acknowledge that this is not normal behavior.
I think I sold my soul to a dominatrix last night.
I believe in your delicious
Just had a threesome with a married couple.
Stop living my dream.
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