He toold me that when we were younger I was his boner buddy.
She's coming to town, taking me to a Suns Game, wants Anal, and knows we're not going to date, I imagine this is what heaven is like
there are certain things about getting into a cab to go home at 630 am that make me feel like a prostitute.
btw im using a cooler as a purse cause i love string cheese
Home safe. Psyche shattered. Still rolling. In love with the morrocan rug in the living room.
weekly advice from mom, "Drink vodka, it las hess calories"
He somehow pantsed the bouncer and tipped him over before cartwheeling and skipping away? Help me find him.
I'm back in the dating scene now... Since the legality issue calmed down. And my stalking charges were dropped.
We smoked with this guy who looked just like Hyde from that 70's show in an alley. It was a divine moment in my life.
Plus, I have my cousin, the dominatrix, to help me out if things get out of hand
On the bright side, only one more day until we aren't sober anymore.
I've never had sex that lasts this long though. It's ridiculous. I feel like I need a Gatorade and a sweatband and a sub.
you should probably call the Bronx Zoo in the morning to formally apologize
its the right thing to do
He eats ass but won’t hold open doors. My kinda guy.
Chivalry really is dead.
For the love of all that is holy just take the tranquilizers Erica
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