No. You are not the Kate in this relationship. I will do what I want.
I swear if his heart was half the size of the cum stains he's left on my sheets we would have the perfect relationship
Yeah well my vagina has expectations too but they don't get met all the time.
Better than road-head. Just got model-home-head. Also got a disapproving scowl of judgment from the realtor on the way out.
I'm pretty sure when you walk down Broadway and can pick out people you've slept with.. It might be a problem. I'm leaving for rehab tomorrow.
We invited our waitress tonight to come too.... we told her she had lightning in her veins and in return she taught us a Texas Roadhouse dance so the logical next step was invite her to a kegger.
I'm to the point that I've had the revelation that its physically impossible for my arms to be attached to my torso.
Every time I someone I meet again from that wedding it turns into the "Oh your the guy who puked in the hallway and passed out in front of the elevator."
Hay for your next interview you should go in with fake blood on your cloths and tell them you just finished saving a life, then cry
Any time you've had a failed relationship, I blast No Sex for Ben by The Rapture and dance around my room. I wish I was joking.
I'm tired of the topic. I sent him a pic of my vagina to change it.
WHAT HAS MY LIFE COME TO I'M MAKING A SCARF FOR A PENIS
WE ARE DOOMED.
And not the good kind of doomed. Assuming there is one.
it isn't the robot apocalypse that's for sure
I offer naked tickle fights and orgasms and you call it trouble. I call that Christmas.
Mom is so high she had to turn off the ceiling fan because it was going too fast and it freaked her out.
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