I totally understand Scottish logic. No underwear+skirt=great
now i know why i became what i already was.
i scrubbed and i scrubbed and i scrubbed and i still was a whore
for me the strap perfect is like a chastity belt
he squeezed my boobs like he didn't know what else to do with them, then turned down head...
told you he was gay.
He just helps fat girls get exercise. One walk of shame at a time.
Im still alive. Just can't talk. Or move. No need to worry
My nipple piercings are like the guardrails, that's why they feel so safe.
Think I just subconsciously wanted a cigarette and started sleep walking to Carl's.. Didn't realize what I was doing until I found myself in an elevator.
You have to summon your inner elephant
"Don't bang the neighbor, don't bang the neighbor, don't bang the neighbor..." he chanted helplessly
He added me on LinkedIn while I was baking weed brownies in the boxers he left here... Is this adulthood?
Also, do you have any insight as to WHY I have a note saved from the 17th of June that reads *clears throat*, "you got that swanky blues libido"
The cops high fived after they tackled you
He has a wall filled with panties from past hook ups. So no, I didn't fuck him.
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