I'm at his house. He has VELCRO shoes. I'm too desperate to leave...I may need help in thee life dept
New handbag passed the ultimate test. The walk of shame. I had a bra, tights, skirt, shirt & sweater in it and you couldn't tell. yessss.
in the past 3 nights i've fucked a millionaire, a drug dealer and a civil engineer... i dont really have a "type" anymore
When it gets to the point that I'm more comfortable being naked at his house than my own, it's time to readdress the fuckbuddyship.
The strip club called, they have your shoe.
Definitely just realized I wore a shirt that says "building leaders for Christ" to a hookup. Roll tide.
Nothing like the soothing screaming of your neighbor getting boned while eating a pizza on the front porch.
Yet he continued to eat cereal out of the glove compartment in my car.
Apparently mid making out I got up and said "I need to figure out my life" went in the bathroom and threw up for two hours.
of fours songebofy did dknt stop believing
how legible are my texts
Acid king. Jackson puked a lot. Promoter booth. Angry security. No acid. Probably a good thing.
Do you ever have one of those days when your breasts are just fucking awesome?
I HAVENT HAD A NICE A NICE DICK SINCE FEBRUARY!! I WANNA KEEP THIS ONE!!!
You know it was a good night when you wake up w/o a shirt in someone elses living room next to a pancake on a spoon in a bowl of spaghetti.
All I fucking want right now is a cheeseburger the size of my face
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