like i told you yesterday: virgins, blood, my name. do it.
the quote on the bathroom wall was "stop reading this and focus on peeing" and i realized i'd peed on the seat.
And when I say "complete whore" I mean I could possibly make a shameful profit by wearing this.
He told me he wouldn't do any drunk sluts but me. I guess that's sort of a compliment...?
he saw my boobs and came all over himself... there goes my whole night.
He'd bedazzaled his ass. Im not even that gay...
he kept saying "mind over matter" as he fucked me
I have to cancel. My sons dad is out of jail unexpectedly and i'm kinda an emotional wreck. P.s. This is not the life I dreamed of as a little girl.
Im surprised putting the throwing knife "dartboard" next to the door didnt end up worse
You take your time. Wallowing in last nights filth is the best way to get over a hangover
I can't. I think his penis is about to take out a restraining order against me.
And I just found out I called my debit card a fast food passport so I dont deserve to live
I don't think I bit anyone but I woke up to scrapes knees, bruises and new friends.
Three Decembers later, I'm looking at this fuckin Santa lingerie I bought and just realized my stocking never got stuffed....
MY HAND WILL BE UP HIS ASS IF HE DOES NOT APOLOGIZE FOR WHAT HE DID. IT WON'T BE THE GOOD-FEELING KIND OF "HAND-UP-ASS" EITHER.
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