Skip Greektown and come to Geektown. I just want to cuddle.
ohhhh fuckk. chicks a dude.
I admire the strength of friendship we have that allows for sharing husbands.
I could write a book called "things that come out of my vagina"
when i was ordering pizza, the guy muffled the phone but i could clearly hear him say "its that drunk bitch again"
This wouldn't happen so much if fat girls would just stop being so damn easy.
He only talks to me during the summer and it's probably because I let him fuck me in my pool last year.
I'm just glad you're the only person I can have a "remember when we thought I was pregnant" conversation with.
You did this to me with your delicious pizza and moonshine.
I'll forgive you once we're drunk again by noon.
Much like Dre, I was forgotten about.
I knew it was going to be a good night when my mom said "Have fun, be safe...wait, do you need any weed for tonight?"
He fell asleep cradling my ass and every time I moved he adjusted his hand accordingly. I've found the one.
He turned on read receipts specifically so i'd know he was ignoring me.
This morning we had sex while he was wearing a full length fur jacket and sunglasses... I wasn't even phased
I’m traumatised. Bring vodka and condoms.
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