He only uses me for sexual pleasure. The sad part is I don't even feel like a slut. I just I feel like I should just live in the top drawer of his nightstand....for free of course.
He's the biggest piece of shit to ever exist. He's not even wearing shoes.
first off, his name is dougie. strike one.
he came over wasted, used the bathroom, drank some water, and fell asleep holding my hand. what kind of a fuck buddy does that??
I cant leave dude. theres a horse with a top hat on
She soaked the fruit in vodka for ten minutes and then mixed it with normal fruit and sherbert icecream. It was called "lottery fruit".
the only thing keeping me going right now is the knowledge that in 2 hours i'll be drunk at the circus.
i had a mental breakdown over a math asignment proposed to a glass of chocolate milk then burned my hands when i acidentally leaned on the stove i have the grill marks burned on my hands i can see them
its only been 20 minuts since i last saw you
I now have a bottom rung on my kissing scale. Like I can say "Well. On a scale of Matt to Braxton he was probably a Zach." It's the little things.
He said that I started crying after sex because he was leaving to go back to Europe after the semester was over and I wouldn't see his dick anymore. This is why I need to stop hooking up with the exchange students.
DAMN HIS BEARD AND ABILITY TO USE TOOLS ON A LADDER!!
You realized your blanket was a snuggie, spread your arms, and yelled "tonight I sleep like jesus!"
She bruised my penis again. But, trooper I am we kept on going.
I'll be an awkward "I've had the grooms penis in my mouth" presence and we can party our nipples off.
In celebration of finishing my homework, lets drink tea w/ vodka
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