Um, that's called prostitution
Not if I leave it on the nightstand, then it's called cab money
P.S. theres no milk for breakfast, but theres plenty of beer or red wine. you decide.
those are such fre$h shoes
going to ignore the use of the word "fresh" in a sentence that isnt related to produce and/or other food stuffs and especially the part where you replaced an "s" with a dollar sign
oh and i'm sorry i sold you for three cigarettes last night
I can already almost taste penis in my mouth
Looks like a significant portion of my drinking money just became legal fees.
I was ready to fuck him until he pulled the "I might be bi curious" card. Now its turned into a guilt fuck. It's like he's a 3rd world child in need of a sexual orientation.
The worst part was I wasn't conscious enough to move out of the way, I knew i was being puked on but I couldn't move.
I agree though, his intact virginity is truly the tragedy of the century.
View of Vancouver Bay is obscured though the greasy hand prints from fucking against the window. Tip maid well.
So that 100 days of sobriety thing I told you about last week? Lasted all of 4 days. Fuck it, life's too short
Low key that was incredibly dangerous to let me wield a sword at this point in the night
He put a doughnut around his dick and I ate it. What can I say. It was a good fucking night.
The girl at the liquor store remembered me as "the girl who pays in hundreds" so she didn't ID me
It's starting to get sad how I have this 'new beginning' feeling after every negative pregnancy test
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