I haven't even gone in yet. I'm sitting in the waiting room playing a game i like to call "Who else is here for AA".
I know it is almost summer when the students in my night class start showing up drunk.
I honestly don't know what my boundaries are, but shitting on me is crossing them.
I mean I'm not worried about us not getting wasted. I'm more worried that I'll be doing a Boris yeltzen impression by 1030.
All I had with a note saying that my shoes are in the ceiling and good luck.
That's the kind of break up sex that keeps couples together. Damn.
Maybe I'll make your dreams come true and pee on you tomorrow.
So his shoes are still here. And there are three contacts in a case. And a shirt on the bed. I've checked my dorm and he's not here. I'm so confused.
You yelled to anyone that tried to help you "I have a burrito, what else could a girl want?"
And in that, my finest lazy stoner moment, I used my cleavage to hold my bowl steady while I packed it laying down in bed.
The bump on my forehead, i think, was from falling asleep at front door, on my knees, slumped over. But we played good music so what?
who has a one night stand on Christmas ? But he's pretty attractive so thumbs up
How about this: I support you through your miserable marriage, and you support me through all my anonymous sex?
I had to ask her to let go of my cock this morning so I could go home. She just kept saying "no, please, no..."
Who fucking spams baby shark at a sports bar
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