I decided to name my penis gatorade...is it in you?
once we finished he held up the condom and asked if i wanted to keep it as a souvenir.
oh and he was serious.
I had a talk with my mom about respecting myself and not acting like a whore so she will rip my nose ring out if she somehow sees that picture
yeah i fucked her in the storage room on the inflatable mattress. i don't know if i should feel proud for me or bad for her.
If I knew losing weight would mean this many fucking creepers I would've just stayed fat.
according to the woman who took my blood today, i have "party veins"
I bought this skirt with every intention to have it wrapped around my tits by the end of the night. So, I'm not a whore. I'm a self-fulfilling prophecy.
He kept his baseball cap on when he went down on me...
I have to talk to myself and be all "you are NOT horny tonight"
I'm dealing with this like an adult, cupcakes and beer.
I should become her mentor. Get her life back together for her
You mean sponsor?
Tuesday Boozeday turned into What-the-fuck-were-you-thinking Wednesday real fast.
It kind if looked like a strap-on dressed up for Halloween.
i was asked to be gay of honor by three different girls and NONE of the groomsmen at any of the weddings is open to experimenting. i mean whats the point then.
It's a race to see if I finish the bottle first or my homework
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