3 st and 6 ave. One dollar pitchers. Look out world.
Somewhere in this world my second husband is in 9th grade.
You dont understand. she was my french AND spanish teacher. that's 2 kinds of freaky. i have to find her on facebook.
his fiance had made him a calendar of pictures of her. he asked if he should take it down and i said no. i wanted her to watch.
i hope not, i just know that at one point I was sitting on the bathroom floor eating bugles and crying because i had no one to show that it looked like I had witch nails when i stuck them on the ends of all ofmy fingers.
the trail of clothing leading from the bed to the door was in the exact order i needed to put them on. underwear near the bed shoes by the door.
She was kind of put off because I kept calling her baby my spirit animal and staring hungrily at her breasts.
We had sex in the tent after his 6th beer and while we were at it we had conversations with the people outside the tent.
they're doing drop shots of Jager into red wine. i don't want to be on that level
He woke up, yelled "RALLY!" and then puked in my glove compartment
There was nowhere else for me to go. I'm like the island of misfit toys but I'm hot.
I tried to be mean but not so mean that he won't bone me next weekend
Last night was like blooper reel sex. He dropped me!!
it's your last night here, let's make it one we may or may not remember.
She was sitting on the couch in his tux jacket...no pants, eating cold vegetable lasagna. Yet I'm the weirdo?
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