She wants her shit back. Clearly she missed the cheaters-get-their-shit-ritually-burned clause.
See it, we're so close, i smell your vagisil
can't come out tonight. went to the bar again last night and the bartender hugged and thanked me so much for my "generosity." I'm intrigued but terrified to see my credit card bill.
i kinda regret how quickly i gave it up to him, but i just wanted the regular fucking to begin soon. ah we made good memories.
shouldve known this week was gonna be bad when I threw up in my coffee mug
That's the last time you call me to prove to some girl at a bar that you're English. It's bad enough that you actually get to fuck them because of it without having to wake me up to seal the deal.
I found an HIV test/information brochure on the kitchen table and what i can only assume to be an "I'm sorry you might have AIDS" gift bag, complete with a candle and popcorn, and I haven't seen you in 36 hours. You good?
Just know I'm having fun but I still have my motor functions.
I consider my hand a solid 5. So if I'm dipping below a 7.5, I might as well go with old faithful.
Do you rver get that feeling like their are poprocks filling ur boday?
I am seriously only coming over if there are McNuggets. I want 10 bitch. Honey mustard.
Your friend gave me you're number. I was the guy locked behind the book shelf.
I think you have the wrong number, but I hope you escaped your library-prison?
Because I'm currently dying, lacking waffles, and vaguely convinced I'm an eagle
at this point, i'm only going to therapy to get more free condoms
In order to get rid of my bladder infections I must give up caffeine, nicotine and tight pants. It's like my pussy is an angry dictator or something
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