she made me cover her fishbowl with my shirt because she "didn't want to corrupt it."
I can't. I can't get out. He cooked me food. And made me jager bombs. And painted a glow in the dark smilie face on my boobs
at least if we puke, we will be surrounded by beautiful, non-judgemental trees.
Our suitemates are shrooming again. I left a less colorful dress hanging on the door, change before you come in because purple is making Maeve cry.
Having never done that before, When should one expect the horrible shame to end? Days, months, ever?
A week or so, depending on size. In your case, maybe give it a month.
Will you push me around in a wheel chair, introduce me to people, and say nothing as I get up and walk away?
I was peeing in the bathroom at this house party when a guy just casually stumbles out of the shower
I need to have sex. It's becoming like a matter of public safety.
I told him that I wanted his dick like I wanted a jumbo hot dog. There something wrong with my priorities
I texted him a series of texts in which the first letters of each text spelled out "WE SHOULD HAVE SEX". If that's not dedication to the dick, I don't know what is
Plus my dignity needs a night alone with me.... Oh that's right. I lost it last night
We have a great relationship based on communication, sex, and mutual loathing.
My drunk ass is being chauffeured around like the damn queen of England
hey can you come unlock the basement door? I'm trapped in here.
no I can't, you're a safety hazard. but, there's a beer keg down there somewhere. we don't have cups, but help yourself.
just threw up in a gas staton parking lot in front of a father and son. stared them in the eyes and finished like a boss
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