as for my dating sex life, no more regret sticks. Only pride wands from now on.
oh well at that point I was already depressed with life because I had watched the bratz movie.
We need to start having rules for the weekends. Like no more downing 3 shots because we want to slut dance a little harder or because biggie just came on.
Because if the best sex I've ever had was with a gay guy, then God help me.
We were all drunk for the whole flight. Steve doesn't even remember the cab ride to the airport. At 6am. Says he "blacked back in" at security.
do you think she knows her nickname is brickface?
No, I did not fuck him for football tickets. I fucked him for tickets to the superbowl. I'm not that much of a slut.
Think I pulled my pelvic muscle.
I think I pulled my ashamed of myself muscle.
Just woke up with an eye that wont open, a half eaten piece of pizza on my chest and a raging boner.
Did you seduce any young men into coming home to your love nest of poutine and jäger bombs?
We left the bar and you kept yelling "ONWARD SCION, TO GLORY!!"
right now I need to figure out a smart way to get an accurate picture of his dick so I know what in dealing with, right now in flying blind.
You left me alone with nothing but donuts and my thoughts.
You left me a drunk voicemail of you describing your pizza to me at 2 AM
I don't know who's idea it was to get wine for a frat party but my poor pitiful hung over self really fucking hates them.
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