This is some kinda fucked up sordid doggy brothel peepshow bullshit.
dude, your ex-bf is on match.com
details on that.
well, his profile doesn't say anything about herpes.
i found a twelve pack under my bed. and a six pack in my closet. I'm like a fucking alcoholic squirrel.
Dubbing lion king over planet earth. That stoned.
I lost count after the 4th body shot but I think I'm wearing at least 3 different peoples clothes.
Just had a tranny complement my outfit. Looks like I'll have to change before we go out.
More importantly this is sex weather and i am striking out
After you threw up you would repeatedly say "napkin" like a siren until somebody got you a fucking napkin.
He has been feeding me cheesecake and candy for breakfast. Naked. For three days. How am I ever going to leave????
So I just had breakfast and then sex in a parking garage before he went to school and thus I am loving my life
he bit THROUGH my nipple
plus side, no need to pay for a piercing.
There was nowhere else for me to go. I'm like the island of misfit toys but I'm hot.
we fucked in the backseat of my car at the observatory, right under the stars. it was a starry, orgasmic filled night
i knew my hormones were back to normal when i went to ikea and didn't want to fuck any of the workers
I passed out in my bed, but woke up on the dog bed,with no pants, snuggling with toilet paper and a bottle of softsoap. Ive hit a new low.
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