So chef boyardee smells exactly the same after you throw it up
i literally discovered the exact same thing last week. i had the lasagna one
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i recognized the place by the puke stain i left on the pool table when i hooked up with his roommate.
i'm drinking with a bunch of phds, i feel very stupid but good about my drinking abilities
he was playing drums on rock band as i poured bailey's into his mouth. tell me that's not a bonding moment.
I miss waking up, opening the closet downstairs, and finding you inside passed out.
I'm thinking he has to buy me dinner at least twice before i even start considering casting him for "Fuck buddy - understudy."
He kept telling me Te Amo last night. Over and over. And that he was scared. Drunkenly. In Spanish.
is that a sigh of girlish delight, or "sigh...I'm having a herpes outbreak'
Can't it be both?
I dont' remember leaving St. Cloud, getting home, or apparently directing traffic in the middle of the fucking street while black out drunk.
We climaxed at the same time during ain't no mountain high enough. Does it get more cheesy or domestic for a non relationship?
I feel like that xmas present negates everything we were taught as little girls. Putting out DOES pay. God bless us everyone
idk what happened last night but i just wokeup with nothing on but a necklace...what is this, the fucking titanic?
My life is pants optional.
I KEEP THINKING INAPPROPRIATE SEXUAL THOUGHTS ABOUT YOU AND I AM SORRY.
Best single mom victory - getting eaten out in my dodge caravan in the hospital parkade at midnight.Three words: screaming multiple orgasms.
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