He moved away. I mourned his dick all of Sunday. I feel a little better now.
He was sitting cross legged outside his tent repeatedly hitting the ground with a hammer and shouting 'this.is.a.good.idea.'
I'm coming over to use your dick. I need to take my aggression out on something. Hope that's cool.
First I must say that I am disappointed to learn that you knowingly have trashy friends with whom you've not hooked me up.
This whole night would have been avoided if the liquor store had air heads
Idk. I woke up marinating in beer on my beanbag. Idk what you mightve done.
It's "your husband had his mouth on my vagina" awkward.
apparently the last bar didn't like my halloween costume with syringes filled with whiskey
It's home.......I'm going to the store in disguise to get skittles and cake frosting. Then I'll eat the frosting in a dark corner while I cry and wonder what I did to deserve this.
Did you make me take pictures of your ass last night because you fucked on some wet paint or did i dream that?
He brought me four big burritos and two joints! He can sleep with his bank teller any time he wants!
Update: day 5 and Scott has not left the apartment. Still smoking. Pizza roll supply dwindling.
I mean, I already hooked up with her boyfriend. The least I can do is accept her facebook friend request.
So she said she could really go for a cheeseburger and I remembered I had one in my pocket. No idea where it came from.
Have you ever been anal in a bush on the Vegas strip drunk?
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