It's impossible to flirt with the bank tellers because they see how broke I am.
he even offered to make my bed in the morning.
This is one of those times where I really wish my vagina could tell me what happened last night.
Somewhere between yelling how am I gonna make it to my flight and more titie shots I stopped caring
she was literally 3 feet away from the garbage can, said she couldn't make it, and then proceeded to vomit on the floor in front of everyone in the restaurant
Full contact beer pong was definitely not my best idea.
my binge eating and her being stoned all the time has reduced us to a bowl of chinese candies, frozen bacon and a stick of butter, we do however have enough alcohol to start our own liquor store.
Man. Apparently I blacked out between the 4th margarita and my air mattress. Asleep in my jeans at 10pm. Mom outdrank me again.
While we were having sex he asked me if I wanted to get wingstop after. I think I found my future husband.
I knew I'd like her from the moment she supported me messing around with my co-worker on my lunch break
He usually doesnt care about me cumming but last night he really tried, I feel that him going to the Womens March benefitted my sex life
Like I just wanted some midlife crisis fun, not drama as big as his dick.
So I came to the conclusion that who ever pour my ever clear out saved my life
Just fucked my ex's brother. It is clear I dated the wrong one. Is it wrong for me to continue to fuck this one?
If that pentatonix bullshit is playing when I get home we're breaking up
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