So pretty much, I was trying to piece last night together and remembered a point where I was pointing to you heart then touching your face. I'm not sure that I ever translated that to "I like your personality better than your looks" but that's what I meant
we made out on top of his cat.
So what does a sober person do in Vegas on a Friday night?
She threw up all over when she was giving me dome. Not even gonna lie, it felt really good.
It didn't go so well. He got drunk and asked my dad if 'front or back' virginity mattered more.
He said my labia gave my vagina a "cute personality"
You turned byob into bring your own shit show. Good work.
i woke up in just my socks. my clothes were outside, he had rugburn on his elbows, and a window was broken.
this could be the second dad I've smoked weed with
Great news. Our sex broke my otter box
Look, the coffee machine died a noble death. It was the way it would have wanted to go. It was a mercy exploding, really.
His baby mama found the pictures of us, she couldn't see my face but she could see my asshole. So I'm safe.
We are gonna have a bake sale and the preceded will go towards the abortion
We had sex to Hey Arnold, Rugrats, and All That. I feel like my life has come full circle.
Why the fuck is there raw bacon in my bra. I don't even have a stove.
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