google image searching george stephanopoulos at 1 AM on a saturday night...once again
You saying I have a drinkingg problem is like saying Superman has a flying problem.
He's married, a coworker, and a smoker. not sure which personal rule broken i'm most ashamed of...
Apparently everytime he put me down to bed I escaped out the window, I faintly recall climbing into the canoe in the back yard, and air paddling.
Doctorate. Vaginahole. Cinnamon. Rainbow. Fill in the blanks in the morning.
mallory made a planned parenthood decision maker flow chart again.
This is one of those moments when you do what I say or I come stalk you down like a gazelle.
When you get here, kick me in the balls. It's really important. - I'll explain later.
This is going to ruin my future wedding planner career, but isn't it better the groom knows he's gay BEFORE he gets married?
Serious question: Should I volunteer to get tazered? My instincts say no but my wild side says yes.
I started scrolling back in our texts looking for context and a picture of your dick rose like the Great Pumpkin in the middle of my screen.
he puked all over my guest bed and the said he felt good enough to clean it up. he poured bleach all over the bed and passed out in it. he had the chemiacal burn for a month...
It's like everything I need in life within a five block radius: booze, toilets, dogs, dicks.
He sent me a dick pic for every page I had to write for final papers (87) & brought me adderall. Tell me that isn't romance.
Woke up. Found about 20 condoms upstairs. A hole in the couch. Bread on the floor. Going back to sleep.
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