I just realized that this morning is the first morning i've put on underwear in a week.
I love summer.
its summer. and we all know college gfs do not count in summer.
college gfs dont count ever. theyre like getting corn rows in jamaica. you feel cool at the time. then you go home and people make fun of you.
And when I look at him, I just want him to say "I love you" in between deep thrusts and hard grunts.
Ok I might come if this chair quits being so great...I'm also seeing this bush in the corner turn into a witch
apparently i'm really good at getting wasted, having sex all night, getting multiple hickeys and oversleeping father's day brunch. this is the third year its happened.
You were sad because he was "taking it out on the plant"
oh and i'm sorry i sold you for three cigarettes last night
Pre-drinking/conditioning my liver for this impending hurricane party associated with cat. 2 hurricane Irene. Be ready to roll in a weather channel minute.
That's the kind of break up sex that keeps couples together. Damn.
I'm thinking about wearing a strap-on just to freak him out the next time he pulls my pants off.
Witnessing a crazy lady on the bus screaming about how romney is one of the four horsemen of the apocalypse.
I just had the weirdest moment. Made eye contact at the bar with a girl who has seen my vagina.
I just made kick ass drunk stir fry while taking care of three other drunk people and doing shots. I don't understand how that's not wife material
I'm in the fetal position watching the little mermaid and trying not to die. When do you come home?
What happened?
New Orleans
Every time
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