Think the blond can even spell "shiksa"?
God help me. Come pick me up. The guy told me this is not a hotel and i had to leave.
I don't remember her name, but I do remember yelling at her from the balcony of the hotel room during her walk of shame.
His hospital is closing...I consider it "sorry you're losing your job" sex.
Left for charity run at 5AM. Saw a pigeon eating last night's vomit and a pair of shame-walkers in high heels. Nature at it's finest.
I drove 5 hours to see her. She thanked me by getting shitfaced, inviting her boyfriend over, and making me sleep on the couch after I cooked for them and did the dishes. You're right. I'm a fucking doormat.
You used the best tools you had at your disposal.
Slutty, slutty tools.
You're obviously not trying hard enough. GET LAID. Kittens die for less.
Touche salesman.
I'm at home, drinking with my cat. While this is an enjoyable lifestyle, other plans are preferable.
I just crashed on my couch and have no intention of ever getting up again
I will be over with a bedpan and beer
Then again, he has huge mansions.
*manboobs.
Yep. My memoirs will be called "A Slore Worth Mentioning"
Next time I try to break into the police station drunk, please stop me.
She doesn't even give a fuck about angle. I seriously gotta start doing like penis yoga or something.
I just had a legitimate orgy. Wearing glowsticks.
Randomize
