the guy I was hooking up with asked me if he could wear a guerilla suit during sex.
Beverly Hills, 90210. Cleveland Browns, 0.
he took off his pants and apologized in advance if I thought he was too small.
Apparently I was playing rock paper scissors against myself for 2 hours in the bathroom mirror.
I made out with the bride. You tell me how my night was
It's like the only way I know how to apologize is by giving a blow job.
Ya, found out why there were rat traps in my bed. Guess I pissed in Sams room so he went to the store and got them and put them on my bed and put tabasco in his humidifier and put it in my room
I wish i could just live off of margaritas and good sex.
I woke up in a lawn chair by the lake to some man revving his boat motor at me.
You have ruined sex with him for me. Now all I think is "boy scout" and I want to go home
Being sober is no fun. Karaoke and not wearing pants are not socially acceptable things to do anymore and this depresses me.
It was dumb but not something to force me into sobriety
Sex and compliments. The way to my heart
my hair smells like a mixture of fireworks and rotten eggs with a hint of shame. it's so strong it's keeping me awake.
Just bought shot glasses from the thrift store. I think the guy buying a winter coat was even judging me.
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