Goodnight my chunky, little, marshmallow muncher
GM filed for bankruptcy, all the dealerships closed, and it's june and I'm in jeans and a sweatshirt and I'm cold. What is the point of living in this state anymore?
All that matters is I got the megaphone home safely
Which is scary since we both think with our vaginas
He tied my whole arm, in its cast, to the headboard first. He mumbled something about safe, sane, and consensual?
she gave me head while i watched the '98 Rose Bowl on espn classic. Ryan Leaf really was a huge bust
She kept sniffing my sweater and tried to guess what type of detergent I use.
You don't have anything to lose--we've established that he's not going to murder you and he smells good.
It might've been him telling me last night that he "doesn't even need beer goggles to fuck me." When I thought that was sweet, I realized something needed to change.
Well sure, my hetero side is thrilled, but my gay side is soooo judging
When the sex is so good, you need three fans and have to chug a gallon of water after
Homophobes nationwide are huddled in their bunkers tonight and I can't stop giggling. Could be the wine.
Thx for last night. I've never had so much fun while being told my life decisions are questionable at best.
He called my IUD an IED, and said that’s why I had bomb pussy.... I didn’t correct him
I’ve got a sex swing and lube, he’s not going anywhere soon
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