I need to shower the guilt off of my thighs.
so...dinner was kid's cuisine and a bottle of wine. i think they go well together.
To bright to open both eye. Get pizza and put in feeding tube so i can sleep more
I have no idea what happened after 2 AM. I woke up on my bike, in my bed, with a deep thigh bruise.
I honestly didn't see the problem playing beer pong In the car on the road trip home.
As sure as my left ball is bigger then my right. We will have our moment.
I have better things to do with my life than be faithful.
like i literally can feel my uterus getting frustrated at me for not being pregnant.
I told him finishing at the same time would be a long-term project. Like flipping a house. A sexual house.
I was so ripped I had a natty light box over my head carrying a spray bottle out in the streets trying to give car washes.
It's all part of my master plan: have him buy me all I can eat pizza and all I can drink beer AND THEN tell him there was no spark and we're better off as friends.
Do you think if I had a tempurpedic bed he would still be able to feel me fingering myself after we have sex?
Well he waved at me as he was leaving so he def noticed the staring, and by staring i mean blatant eye fucking from across the bar..
I woke up with my winter coat on, next to a polaroid of me, her and a swan...so no I don't remember our conversation.
You don’t need a wing man if you have a solid hook up on the pumpkin pie
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