Mines from giving head on hardwood floors.
Just think about it this way, every time you work Sunday, it's another $75 and that equals another hooker when we go to Amsterdam.
we fucked while standing on a ladder. challenging, but worth it.
I will also take that commission in the form of weed. Pass that on to the asst. manager.
I have way too big of a thanksgiving food baby to enjoy any of my old high school booty calls
Nothing brings compassion from a group of cafe workers like walking in and asking if they have a 'hangover special'
my mom tried to talk to me about my drinking, i somehow turned it around on her, now shes going to AA and I'm going to the bar.
Needless to say, I woke up on the bathroom floor wearing the dress that my mom wore to the wedding. That open bar stole my soul.
I love that there are toys on the counter. Coffee, tea, wine bottles, gag ball, and handcuffs.
My kitchen gets me.
I asked my boyfriend if he wanted a bong for his birthday but he instead asked for corndogs
the cheaper the better
I'm trying to find some better sex background music so his neighbors don't hate us. This is tedious.
I can't hang out tomorrow. A boy wants to feed me ice cream and touch my boobs. Priorities.
fucked him on the porch to avoid the chanting that always happens when we leave the bedroom. backfired when a group of freshman walked by and started screaming like fucking babies.
? I'm just sitting watching something borrowed alone, crying in my boxers , feel like I should probably do something
I need like a billion tiny bottles of alcohol to put in the patron pinatas
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