i am not allowed to pick the men i sleep with anymore
Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god. I drunk emailed a professor on friday. Oh my god. Oh my god.
you have no chance. her best friend is a human abstinence poster.
From the trajectory of the puke, I must have fallen off the top bunk while trying to vomit, due to the dented bucket, ruined carpet, and bruised dignity I now own.
Everyone makes mistakes, yours just means you will forever be known as the chick that tried to steal a cheese plate from the funeral.
Also, the zoloft kicked in and I can't get an erection anymore. So I'm depressed.
I told him the truth. Truth leads to vodka. Vodka leads to tequila. Tequila leads to prison.
Really? How much of his life do you think he remembers? I'm pretty sure 75% of it qualifies as "kind of a blur".
Have I told you recently that I love you, if for no other reason than you make my irresponsible substance abuse look tame by comparison?
The chlamydia really affected his face.
His dick is hereby named Charles Dickens. Will's is less cerebral. I'd like to call it Pinnacle like the vodka we drank when we hooked up, but I feel like that's a compliment it doesn't deserve.
Before he comes over remember the house standards. Ask yourself "will he stalk my sister or myself in the future?". If the answer is yes, then no, he isn't allowed.
His buddy came running in the room after we had sex, and started "sponging" the sweat off my forehead with his sport wristband.
He didn't have much of a personality. But I had like 100 orgasms, so that's cool.
He answered the door stark naked. When I called him on it he shrugged and said 'casual Friday ' Some boys can't be trusted to work from home.
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