We're playing Edward Bottle-of-eight-dollar-sale-wine-hands now
I'd like to come home and be able to sleep in a bed that's not filled with crumbs from you getting too high and passing out while eating. This is seriously getting ridiculous.
Well we didn't hook up. Maybe from his girlfriend's point of view, but not mine.
He grabbed onto my boobs while slipping on ice then proceeded to drag me down with him I'm not predicting head in his future
You've slept with me you know how lazy I am in bed.
We just reached that moment of the night when you start making cookie quesadillas. Party on Wayne
Well she got high, deleted the essay she was working on, and then ordered dominos. We all manage stress in different ways.
Aaaand the winner of the worst decision of Sunday night goes to me as I pull up to his house in my lingerie.
The cat just walked up and made eye contact with me while I had sex. I'm going to have to burn the house down with him in it.
I fucked him on my yoga mat. Then we wake and baked and ate granola. So yes, you could say I found my center.
You should just construct a mini-city, actually. Then destroy, photograph and post. Who could turn down a dick that conquered a whole city? Craigslist personals wont know what hit it.
At least his std test came back clean, gotta look at the positives here
I feel as though I look like a mom with a substance abuse problem
Just because you are home alone for the weekend doesn't mean you can act like a nudist.
I accept your opinion but respectfully disagree. Also, I'm sitting in your chair.
There will be plenty of opportunity for me to sexualize Mike via VenMo.
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