O.A.R does not stand for Old Recycled Abortions.
This may sound mean but have u ever just sat in class and look at some of the the people and think how disappointed their parents must be
this study room smells like vodka
the study room thinks the same about you
I forgot to tell you the best part. The folded up paper he wrote his number on opened up to be a picture of him when he was younger wearing a Columbia tshirt in front of NASA and in pen said his name and "space consultant."
He freaked out when I started to orgasm. He said he never knew girls could orgasm too.
i came on her dog
I'm currently witnessing my drunk neighbor attempting to fold laundry on his front lawn. I think he's trying to spell out HELP.
Some guy thought i was the waitress and handed me his credit card. drinks on me.
Omg that was my second thought of the morning.
First was that we had pop tarts.
I'm like 'WOMAN, YOU'RE 62, RESHEATH THOSE COUGAR CLAWS.'
I just want a relatively mentally stable guy with tattoos and facial hair that loves Captain America as much as I do and will fuck me the way I deserve to be fucked, is that too much to ask for?
He played with my nipples while singing "How great thou art"
I keep track of what day of the week it is by my recent destinations on my nav system. \nRight now it's: booty call, bar, booty call, brunch, bar, church so that must mean we are getting close to Sunday when we start the rotation all over again.
All I did today was eat pizza and use my vibrator.
Going on a coke binge the night before your appointment with your therapist (to talk about your sex addiction) is prob not the best idea.
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