I don't make mistakes...just understandable bad choices.
he's a bartender at a gay strip club. maybe he can work his magic. with getting u in, not gay magic.
There is a half eaten corn dog and soy sauce on the counter... WTF did you eat last night??
we've had sex 4 times and he still refers to me as 'the chick in my chem class'
had to split buying plan b over two cards. I will no longer challenge people to get on my level
Your two fuck buddies playing ping pong together. HOW. ADORABLE!
Maybe he meant to say like I love fucking you? But just forgot the fucking part.. That's what I'm telling myself.
Boobs have been pretty central in my life somehow lately which makes me question if I am truly gay
UPDATE: IM NOT A TEEN MOM LETS GO PARTY
I can't help you right now because I'm shaving my feet...like a lady.
We just had can't-look-you-in-the-eye sex and it was still surprisingly good
When you leave ur sleepover boy on ur front porch waiting for a cab bc work
If you fuck up my birthday by dying I will kick your fucking corpse.
Damn him and his beautiful face and body and penis.
Ugh hungover at a laundromat is a terrible feeling. For some reason I keep getting sucked into staring at the clothes spinning around and around and it makes me want to profusely projectile vomit everywhere
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