He was dressed in cheap leather and smelled like death.
I don't think requesting him as a BBM contact is proper protocol following vomming in his bed.
After he finished his girlfriend called him. I sat there, tied his shoes for him, then he high fived me and said "this is gonna be a great summer steph"
It's getting increasingly easier to use his emotional instability to my advantage. That's about all he has going for him right now.
Just grabbing my bra from a history teacher's desk in the Humanities building. Maybe I should stop drinking on weeknights
You just can't come from being "the girl who shit her pants."
We smoked a bowl in front of the abortion clinic shouting Obama at the protestors.
A bee came out of the shoe box and stung her. Even the insect community doesn't want her in those hideous things.
I don't know what I was talking about but I just threw up in ikea. You can't get out of this place it's a fucking labyrinth.
Nothing says you made great Saturday night choices like someone's dick that you don't remember, poking you in the ass Sunday morning.
I'm telling you, this vagina is really making the rounds lately...
As soon as he called me 'darling' in that Scottish accent... my pants just dropped.
like sometimes I wish I was allergic to latex so I wouldn't have sex with so many people..
Why would I want a relationship when I’m the side dick for my boss and a few women from the gym
I think I accidentally got a sugar daddy but I was already planning on sleeping with him so I’m going to see where this goes
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