Any day that starts with a call from my ex-bf... crying... is a good day.
She has more profile pics than tagged pics. narcissism at its best.
I found out that my first kiss was an Italian. Even in kindergarden i knew size mattered.
The fact that its 530pm and I'm saying to myself I should sober up since I'm at a family establishment should say enough
Man, I must say, having known you since preschool, Eiffel-Tower-ing her would've fully completed our journey to brotherhood.
what part of what i said meant "bring a bowl"
"bouncy castle"
I distinctly remember seeing your nipples from the deck.
When I got up in the middle of the night, puked in his trash can, and snuck out the front door, I pretty sure he knew it was over.
You need to stop having girl talk with the guys I'm sleeping with.
Aparently i was the only guy at her parents bbq throwing up in the pool so Im the asshole right...
Ahh good point. I got some interesting mental pics and I'm slowly entering a "fuck it, lets do weird shit" phase sexually, but you may have already figured that out since I've been fucking you sideways and upside down a lot lately.
He was smart enough to bring a condom to our study date so I mean I'm sure he'll do fine on the test
He facetimed with his son when he was still inside of me. If that's not a dedicated dad I don't know what is
Girl I'm contemplating picking up some adult diapers. That's how bad this is and it's only day 2.
It started off with wine and ended up with me in only my pearls and heels. It was about the classiest sexual experience I've ever had.
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