I'll just wear something slutty to the liquor store and hope for the best
that's your solution for everything
He won't let me have sex with him, but feels bad if I won't let him get me off. It is the weirdest, best, most confusing pseudo relationship I've been in.
This is the first time since last march I'm gonna be going to a class for more reasons than wanting to bone the girl sitting next to me.
then she said she was half-a-virgin and that she would appreciate it if i would finish what her old booty call started
knew i was gonna lose at a shoe or be bleeding at some point. and both happened within 20 mins.
i put that paper plate back in your cabinet because i ate all the ketchup off and you can't even tell. you're welcome.
I have six drafts of messages to you that just say "blood" and I have no idea where they came from.
If the world would stop letting me feel invincible I would probably stop doing this shit.
I wanna introduce you to my balls, Thunder and Lightning.
According to you, you were with your "Eskimo bro for life" last night.
He fell backwards into a full bathtub but didn't spill a single drop of the beer in his hand. What a pro.
Idk what I'm more afraid of...checking my bank account or my STD results.
Then again I went over his house after not hanging out since kindergarten and tried to fuck him so maybe I'm partially to blame here
I feel like I may be the only person who can say they crutched their walk of shame. past the secret service.
Just fyi i'm now butt naked in a steam room smoking a bong in some guys house. i sense the weed penetrating my pores.
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