we're blogging at a bar
if you don't start talking to me i'm gonna tell your gf that you said she tastes bad
theres no point in washing my sheets anymore. its always going to be a fine layer of booze and semen.
After walking in on us in the living room, he still insisted that he slept in my bed with me afterwards.
he proceeded to grab my vagina through my leggings in the middle of the dance floor. strangely enough I was okay with it
Whatever. That's why I am to be babied like a calf. I regret nothing.
She wants to go furniture shopping for memorial day so we've gotta go portable
thermos full of jaeger bombs?
Affirmative
It has moved into the cliche "thin line between love and hate" real quick. With her. Not Taco Bell.
The bad news is that I stole all your drugs. The good news is that ITS KICKING IN!
We just broke my bed mid-sex, laughed, then continued. If that isn't true love I don't know what is.
I think I ejaculated my soul out.
Cancelling your gym membership calls for alcohol.
I will go to bed dreaming of sexy Olympians carting me on a throne to the beach where they feed me pizza and champaign and massage my head/wash it like the hair dresser does.
Ive completely stopped wearing makeup. Not even eyebrows. Thats how sick of wisconsin I am.
I need some buff guys to cuddle me and call me precious
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