he borrowed my computer and saw his name in my recent google searches. Things got awkward real fast.
I'm more concerned as to why he has a playlist entitled Dem Club Beats.
So i think we're being coned into a threesome with the promise of pokemon
In the middle of blowin me she stoppped and told me how easy it would be to insert a catheter ..... Apparently she was a nursing major
the cop cuffed us all with 40's still taped to our hands
considering I showed up there after a xanax, 2 bottles of champagne and some coke, no shirt and someone else s husband... I'm sure you can figure that one out.
He somehow managed to bang-mail me last night. I woke up this morning to a voicemail from 1:54 a.m. of moaning and screaming. I now know how talented he is and how annoying I am to have sex with.
Fine then. I'll just do all this coke on my own this weekend and die. It'll be strictly your fault.
if i actually get asked out by my dealer what could happen?
i don't know, but it probably involves bathtubs full of weed
Then he started caressing my eye brow. Like repetedly. For at least 15 minutes. It was strangely mesmerizing
it's not that I hate people, I just want to rip most of their faces off.
So, I have realized that I am kryptonite for married men. I'm not sure how to feel about this sober, but drunk me accepts her destiny.
My roommate walked in on my inserting a tampon. Somehow, I don't think this will be improving our relationship.
Like, my vagina is jet-lagged.
he's like the highest ranking tongue wizard i know.
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