Everytime we come here you have an ex here.
I assumed she put out when I heard her friend call her "dickbutt"
The last memory I have is vomiting into a box and her rubbing my back saying "you are such a trooper..."
I like my landing strip. Makes me feel sophisticated.
What you did last night can never be called sophisticated. I don't care how you trim your pubes.
He corrected my use of grammar... I think we both know that means i have to sleep with him
I have been referring to it as "thanks for getting out of me day" all week. Do you think they will still take me to brunch tomorrow?
Being at this stripclub only reinforces how single I am. And I was *just* becoming okay with that.
I felt really bad for not letting her go in, it was like we were dangling lesbians in front of her
What's dad's email?
askmom@cause.idk
The port-o-potty that I peed in last night didn't actually have a toilet in it. And i never told anyone until this moment.
Let's go get coffee and handcuffs.
I threw up vodka and borscht. I'm done with life...I threw this up in a McDonald's bathroom btw.
At leat we can cross off 'having sex in a classroom' on our bucket list.
I'm not the kind of girl that sleeps with someone else's boyfriend. But I'm getting waxed just in case I change my mind...
idk he wanted to trade sex for a triple order of hashbrowns
AND YOU SAID NO?????????
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