like i told you yesterday: virgins, blood, my name. do it.
If she's not going to maintain the upkeep of her vag then I'm not going to pay the rent of being her boyfriend
I often get tempted to walk up to her drunk ass and say, "shouldn't you be taking care of your kid?"
that girl is introducing herself into your group of friends one dick at a time.
I just walked by a party bus on my way to study. God hates me.
I may have broken a few toes and my face hurts. I do know that I pissed the bed so at least I've got some closure there
Gin and redbull in a wine glass. They think I'm keeping my wits with a really yellow Chardonnay. Gonna get ugly after a couple.
You leave me no choice. Your vagina is grounded. It can just sit there and think about what it's done.
She was touching herself and looking a shoes online. My debt is bad enough without bringing that hot mess into my life.
People were running around punching out the ceiling tiles Super Mario style.
If the river was whiskey, it would be the best river ever.
I bought new panties to console myself ... you know, because I am going to lose my ovaries. Well, if I don't die of a heart attack first. But at least when the EMS folks find me, I'll be finely dressed from the waist down.
I just spent 3 hours in the back of an unmarked police cruiser. Best. Date. Ever.
Tell me again why we had to Facebook stalk your therapist?
Drunk me commented on almost all of her pictures. My favorite one is titled "be as the sea". My comment is "cold, rough, large and letting anyone come inside you. you accomplished." Guessing I'm not invited to the party anymore.
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