I'm sorry I'm just not ready to become vampire yet
i just realized i have an entire drawer dedicated to the clothes of guys ive shacked with...
neither the pictures you took nor my hangover explain why there are skittles in my shoe
he suggested we appoligize to eachother. then do blow and painkillers & have ourselves a make-up party.
I'll still trying to understand the context of your "punch her with my cock" comment.
If you feel like laying around and watching a movie, that's where I'll be for the next several hours not moving, blaming others, and generally feeling sorry for myself.
I am convinced that after two dates and a few adult sleepovers that he still doesn't know my name.
Itll be like a collage of penis. And not that abstract, one penis in a big painting contemporary shit. Collage....
i was enjoying my post acid trip trance a little too much. i found $50 on the sidewalk but didnt pick it up. just stared at the bill cuz it looked cool.
someone picked it up and i stared at the ground where it was for probably another minute or 2
man sorry about that. It's like god was willing me to be an asshole. I haven't filled my quota for the day
He came on my favorite pants. He is dead to me.
I have one goal now that I am in the USA. To find a man I can fuck into marriage before my visa runs out.
It's Valentine's Day, I figure for sure we'll have sex today, right? Wrong. I tried unsuccessfully for like an hour to get him to fuck me. Now he's asleep and I'm on my way to join the public library.
WHY IS SHE PANDERING YOU, A SIMPLE GOBLIN, TINY WEENER PICTURES OVER STATE LINES
My plan to hit on all your friends went to shit after the 3rd dirty martini.
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