It's 10am, I'm at grocery store buying booze b/c the bf just told me that he didn't "technically" break up with his ex.
we should wear snuggies to the strip club
i was like a deer caught in headlights with its coke-dick hanging out
he just spelled fiance, "pheancie". I dont think he's ready to get married.
I keep finding coffee grounds in my vagina
well, obviously he didn't fuck me for my strong moral fiber.
i figure if i show enough tits, no one will notice my eyebrows.
I threw up outside of a cab while waiting in a drive thru Mexican line while others who i don't know watched from their cars while they ate. Dinner and a show.
Ran into his sister at the gym and hit it in the parking lot. I dont even feel like a bad friend she got a boob job and lost 20 lbs its not even the same sister
What's his name?? He crossfits 6 times a week, works in finance & is into the occasional felony class drug. His name is irrelevant in order to know if I wanna bone him again.
It must have been good head...he put down the Xbox controller
We both know we're cheating on one another. But our side pieces aren't as kinky as us...so yeah, we're still together. This is a fucked up relationship.
I'm surprised this is your first encounter with pepper spray. surprised, and somewhat proud.
no real plans this weekend. trying to derail the alcohol induced fucking hell train I've been riding for the past three weeks.
Bro I rebuilt the dungeon in animal crossing visit me
Broooo
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