before i could say "i'm not that kind of girl", i was.
His internet searches, listed chronologically: sex slave, volunteer sex slave, lava
friends don't let friends hook up with gingers.
My body has become completely dependent on Text Twist. I can't poop without it.
i called my brother from the living room and paid him a dollar to turn off the light in my room. ive hit rock bottom
She guessed my name 9 times, and 5 of those times she guessed Mike. Figured that'd be an easy target for the night.
the pharmacist hit on me as i picked up my herpes medecine. i think we found a winner.
Our sex bag has now been upgraded to sex luggage, with wheels, and now features a first aid kit. Game. On.
I definitely did a line of something I don't know with a Pagan biker. I make good decisions.
You know you're an adult when you break 100 to get 75 cents, to buy a condom from a bar vending machine in South Boston.
Just walked past the field playing Jesus music with a fanny pack full of condoms and beer. Happy Sunday.
We should leave before they realize I dumped a bowl of Fritos in your bag just in case I got hungry
Stop chatting and get in the fucking car. I didn't get my asexual ass out of bed just to watch you flirt and fail with someone you're never going to see again.
There's nothing like a guy talking about your vagina as if it's delicious food to make your day better.
You've got the chocolate, drugs and my pants. You hold all the cards...
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