So the D.A.R.E. essay I helped my tutor kid write won an award. Oh the irony.
Something in my vomit makes me think I shouldn't have had that slurpee
kicked my backpack and turned on my vibrator in the middle of class. success.
Bath mats should not be used at mops. they don't work. consider this a drunk psa
Having never done that before, When should one expect the horrible shame to end? Days, months, ever?
A week or so, depending on size. In your case, maybe give it a month.
Those two lesbians inspired me. A whole new way to roll. Fuck shots. Gallons of vodka is the new tequila.
I'm pretty sure when you walk down Broadway and can pick out people you've slept with.. It might be a problem. I'm leaving for rehab tomorrow.
All I wanted was a hug. You dirty, dirty whore.
So I craigslisted sugar daddies and I'm pretty sure I found us one if you can pretend to be asian.
The creepiest man is serenading me at the bar right now. I had about a quarter of a drink left and the bartender just walked over and filled it with vodka and walked away laughing.
It was like getting a handjob from a frost giant
We have such limited time together he literally sends me text messages that are like "I sent my roommates on an impossible quest, we have 15 minutes." it's that bad.
It's not socially acceptable to be drunk in adult world. That fact makes me die a little inside.
My breasts were aching with rage.
When dressing for a 3way, how do I convey to the other chick I care enough to look pretty but not so much that it's a huge deal?
Randomize
