a strip club that doesn't allow touching or asking for sex... whats the point?
unless her vagina can tell me my horoscope in sign language, I'm not going.
living well may be the best revenge, but it doesn't hurt that my exhusband is now dating a BEAST.
Why do you proceed to call me "Queen La Queefah?"
I mean I want to go somewhere. I just don't want to put on pants or behave.
My plan for the weekend: 1) Get shit faced in Vegas. 2) Not die
I ate breakfast with him. And by ate breakfast I mean we fucked on the kitchen table.
He was awful. Hubby's was apparently epic. I suck at swinging.
He had a clap on lamp. So every time he was ramming into me, the lights kept turning on and off
I had to try on three different bathing suits to hide my boob hickies
I just want an early 40-something dude who is vaguely unencumbered, professionally driven and wants to put me in a ball gag.
He has no idea he’s my boyfriend.
If we're going to communicate going forward, you'll need to be versed in Gillian Anderson.
I just want to say that I've always loved you and you are my best friend ever
You gave that creepy guy my number, didn't you? You really need to learn how to just say no, not interested.
So nothing to worry about, but i'm probly going to jail soon, just thought i should let you know so you didn't worry. Bye!
It's been three years since Kelly shit in the to go box that we put in Sam's mailbox after we broke up. Considering Sam and I are friends again, should I finally tell him?
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