After going down on me he either said "there, it's over" or "there's an odor"... I couldn't hear him and was too embarrassed to ask him to repeat himself. I just got dressed, grabbed my bag, and left. So I don't think there's gunna be a second date. =(
It's an acquired taste. Like keystone. Or caviar.
i've decided that sluts are like cars. they may look good as hell on the outside, but you never know what kind of shit is hiding under the hood.
This beer is not sobering me up at all
I think I just got a contact from my own exhale. Def dying.
He told me he loved me and then asked if we could have sex in the snow
Huh. I think I went to highschool with the hooker my neighbor just brought home.
My family will be here in an hour and I'm deciding between doing my makeup or saying fuck it and wearing what's left of last night's...
You were chugging tap water out of a running blender screaming "bubbles is Perrier mother fucker"
He's scared I want a relationship? How does texting him at three am and sleeping with four of my exes symbolize that?
I won't trust your judgement until the word stripper doesn't make me laugh
I creeped him on fb. I'm about 90% sure I just blew him in the same tux he wore for his wedding..
My night ended with a French cab driver offering me his sperm free of cost.
After this week, alcohol is mandatory.
George Washington did not fight for our freedom just to have people shit themselves all night
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