but i am gonna have to have sex w/ him again to get my earrings back
I mean, he's dancing back and forth between pathetically sad and massively fucking creepy.
He literally had no idea who I was, so he made me turn around 360 degrees and when he saw my ass, he blurted out my first AND last name.
It's one of the reasons i'm here, along with emotional support, physical support if you need it, and power orgasms.
just found my diary from when i was 14. i demand a drinking game of this.
No. He just yelled "youre having one more orgasm!" So he made that happen and then he rolled over and went to sleep.
I've been practicing for you. Including stockpiling medical supplies for curing hangovers.
I drank entirely too much. My skin hurts to wear
Can you pick me up a bottle of make-an-ass-of-myself tonight?
Do you want cuervo gold or silver?
I feel like satan and death had a baby that took a shit that replaced my brain.
MILK DIDN'T HELP. IT'S NOT HELPING
Now all I want to do is stay up, drink wine, and look at dragons.
I keep picking up boring men who literally just want to cuddle. HOW AM I THIS BAD AT GETTING SEX?
If my plane goes down do me a favor. Break into my house and get the batman costume and swing out of my bedroom.
he was really really nice, and I did coke off of his dong that night too
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