Just fucked a hooker at a motel in New Jersey. Two states down, 48 to go.
Any day that starts with a call from my ex-bf... crying... is a good day.
I just did my online traffic school at the bar. No biggie.
Soooo, if his status went from married to single and he deleted all the pictures of his kids does that mean he's up for dibbs?
I told him "thank you for wearing a turtleneck yesterday, I no longer have a strong erg to have sex with you. " He is no longer speaking to me.
I feel miserable and there's nutella all over my phone
it was good sex until i became a rubber doll and he became a jack hammer, so i guess overall it was good
I let him fuck me in a batman costume. Don't talk to me about needing to read fifty shades gray.
There's a very drunk Asian strawberry shortcake crying on the curb next to my truck. I'm not really sure what standard protocol is for this situation.
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....
If my bootycall doesn't bring over a Baconnator, I swear to fucking God, I'm not letting him in. The hunger is that real. Forget his Persian dick.
He's very cute and has a totally sit-able face.
The guy got mobbed on, all hell broke loose. About 20 cops showed up, and this kid somehow convinced a cop that letting him pee in front of him is justifiable. This guy could sweet talk Hellen Keller, he was THAT good
What does it mean when the bartender gives you 4 straws?
My head is bruised from having sex in the backseat of an explorer last night.
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