He was crying to my sister about feeling like a bad person. Then he groped my breasts.
you were trying to give my penis an indian burn.
the only reason i invite her is so when the guys start to hit on her i know it's time to take their keys
No mixer. Vodka in yogurt?
afterward, he apologized, hugged me, and then gave me a granola bar and said “this is my apology gift.”
Its official. I've reentered slutty territory. I was a condom away from having sex in a childs playhouse at a park. Oh and I lost my car keys.
my mouth is as dry as a post-menopausal camel on antidepressant's vagina.
I haven't found him passed out in the living room covered in noodles for a while now so I guess he's getting better with the drinking.
I just remember being happy that I got that toilet fixed so I had somewhere close to throw up
FUCK YOU. AH. FUCK BOTH OF US MORE BOOZE.
MAS TEQUILA.
All I know is I want him to tie me up at least twice a week and I have an overwhelming urge to cook for him. Could this be love? I'm so confused....
My life has come to reading articles about dating an ex heroin addict. I'm doing well.
I'm gonna try and get through this weekend sober, which is gonna be tough especially since I've already started drinking.
He showed up at my house with roses and a bottle of vodka... to watch a movie. obvi i took the vodka and didn't sleep with him
U just kept yelling her vagina wasn't a priority bc u had a bowl of cheerios calling your name
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