He's so far in the closet he's in Narnia
i have rugburns grass stains and some road rash. im an all terrain slut
Wasn't a date. In exchange for artichoke dip I received a bj. And sex. It was a transaction.
So on how many levels of wrong is it that I'm reconsidering my divorce simply because I don't want to go through getting used to shitting around someone again.
Ask him about a girl named Meg then give a disappointed and disapproving face.
I'm eating a piece of cake like an apple. At least my thought process is healthy.
We waved. But it was a "let's hook up" wave.
I feel like I have to sign a death waver before I have sex with him...
I walked into a McDonalds at 8:30 am with a half-eaten apple and a solo cup. Never felt so judged.
It's gameday bitch. Man up.
If i still have my costume on when i get home from the bar i am gonna be pissed
I told him I was on the pill and it was OK to fire away. I want to never have to wear panty house or ever go to an office again. This is my early retirement plan. I want half of his NBA money.
Iron Man just asked me back to his place... Not sure I can handle this. Wish me luck.
If you fall asleep, my vagina and I will never forgive you.
The doctor basically called me a dirty dick.
It may be a clusterfuck, but I'll be looking classy as shit as I watch the nightmare unfold
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