please pick me up with an explanation of why i shacked in a trailer with a guy who doesnt have a car.
So I've officially decided that I AM that drunken mistake that girls hate themselves for in the morning.
All he did was lie there and used his hands to keep pace. He was like the metronome of sex.
letting you know, as a good neighbor, that when your windows open and your shade is up we can hear and see you dancing naked to money maker... nice boobs
he sent me a winky sad face. i cannot deal this level of pathetically needy flirtatiousness.
To drunk to make oatmeal. I'm pouring it into my mouth and gargling it with beer. Ive made maple brown sugar bud light
he just flipped me off the bed, said "deal with it", and came on me.
I am thinkingif I am doing snow Angels in your living room, I probably had too much to drink
I was going to make out with him...then he licked syrup off the kitchen floor.
I didnt think the feeling of accomplishment for fucking brothers would be this great.
I'll be there in a few.
I'M COUNTING TO FEW.
I had an epiphany. If a dude dressed up as Batman to ask me out, I'd prolly marry him.
I want to tell everyone I've ever met about how he him picking me up and fucking me against the wall was the highlight of my life. Worst lesbian ever.
I seriously think I may just have to live here. In this bed. Naked.
And by "I love him" I mean "I want his tongue down my throat.
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