i threw up in a trash can last night at kellys irish times. but in a trash can because i'm a lady
just thought you should know that she got home at about 6am.... totally wasted. she was locked out and when i finally came to the door she was on a patio across the street with some random making hotdogs on somebodys elses bbq.
it's business casual sex. like no kissing, shake hands after, occasional frequency
Talking her gay man friend into dancing with me officially makes me the world's best wingman. ever.
I don't think I can handle being a slut. There is a lot more emotional stress that I never realized.
This is ridiculous. It's like playing possible STD Clue, and I don't want to be the winner.
Just had a thought: were the sirens on when we were in the ambulance?
we just bought Vicodin from the Chinese delivery guy, this day just keeps getting better.
I had to find out that I peed in the box of baby clothes from my mom, who found out from my grandma. New low.
I'm sort of afraid for my life tho. If the 4th of July can be the way it was a DMX show is capable of anything
I just got a job offer for Australia. Unfortunately I have given the name of Whitney
I've seen too many dicks in the past week. I can't do it anymore.
First he fixed my gutter. Then he flogged me and fucked me. Then he bought me a new vacuum cleaner. I don't understand Daddy Dom stuff but I ain't mad at it.
Why did you have to tell me he has a hammer cock? Now I can’t stop staring at his pants.
Don't do tequila. The Devil himself spits into shot glasses and we call it tequila. You will do bad things.
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