It's not called being bisexual its called making out with anyone that has a mouth
she's in the bathroom. spitting in the trashcan. not throwing up. just spitting and singing bad romance by lady gaga.
thatta girl
she said her black crocs were her 'dress up crocs'
he even offered to make my bed in the morning.
He scored a 8.5/10 on that girls powerpoint. Of course I slept with him
I woke him up and he was mumbling something about it being moist, or he peed himself but it was okay.
the lady next to me just sniffed my hair, smiled, and then fell asleep. I almost started crying from that kind of creepiness
don't cry, we can learn from her
I called him daddy. To his face. Somewhat sober. What more could I do?
I've never danced to a Michael Jackson song in a bar and left alone bro. Something in girls loves a guy who dances to mj
I should've realized you were drunk when you began to point at my crotch while yelling "Funland!!!"
Prerry sure I narrowly avoided being tazed by a swat cop last night... But on the up side, we found my purse.
He fucked me so hard my nail polish actually chipped. I'm keeping him.
I threw up through my nose tonight. Happy cinco de mayo
I need to buy fuckboy repellant for whenever I think it's a good idea to meet boys I found in tinder
It's difficult when the romantic and the hedonist in me are fighting. I want him to respect me and hopefully pursue an actual relationship, but then I remember he fucks like a GOD and loves my kink. Oh, life's hard.
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