The good thing about walking home in a dress on sunday morning is that people mistake my walk of shame as a walk to God.
what ever happened to devon sawa?
fuck...who knows?
i'm really worried about him.
But never have I ever had sex with a dirty talker before, so it was something else, to say the least. I signed up to get laid, not play Penthouse Mad Libs.
once you have herpes you dont really care what goes in your mouth anymore.
By round 4 of the Dead End shots, I thought my jaw was dislocated ... Best invention EVER.
Maybe you shouldn't go to cosmic bowling, i don't know if cum glows and I don't wanna find out i'm sure his parents don't either.
I feel like my uterus is decaying in my body
Either I spilled whiskey on my boobs last night or they are fermenting. Not concerned in the slightest
I'm tired and starving, and I'm pretty sure I just cost the company 33,000 dollars...fuck you and you're "you'll love going to work high" nonsense.
He stumbled into my room, flopped on my bed, shoes on my pillow and asked me for a juice box. Then fell asleep with the juice box on his forehead.
There's like a dolphin trainer convention here or something. I will parlay this trip to Vegas into riding Shamu if its the last thing I do.
Sex aside I am really scared about Syria...
Don't need my thirties to be known as the decade of "new types of shits from drinking" like last night.
No more house parties. We're almost fucking 30 years old and I slept until 6 pm.
I can feel the shame as I walk down your hallway.. good night
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