We succumbed to passion, and then he had to go meet his girlfriend. End of story.
Mental picture: Us at a bar keeping it classy shot gunning PBR's in the corner.
That was a good example of when keeping it real goes right
I'm seeing double. Its like being in a room full of people
His shopping cart was nothing but malt liquor and zucchini.
I imagine the nuva ring like a bug zapper. It just kills them all.
Is it too much to ask that he stop calling me 'titty fuck' in public?
she hid the dish soap because she was afraid someone would confuse it with the margaritas and drink it instead. her reasoning was "theyre both soo pink...i cant tell them apart"
I am seriously considering thanking Macallan 18 in my thesis acknowledgments.
i caught myself talking to a pigeon about my yeast infection.
He knew exactly who I'd slept with after just one look at my crotch. He's like the Sherlock Holmes of cocks.
Well going home with a Ralph Lauren model helped me get over him real fuckin' quick. Would recommend it for all women going through breakups
I remember doing shots of gin, then I have this strange memory of us making out in the womens room at waffle house.
I regret none of it.
I just sold my hat for three car bombs. I call that a win.
Giiiirl. Just had a BM that almost killed me.
He made me watch a sex tape him and his gf made. They were in the shower when her roommate walked in on them. Not kidding: she asked to join in.
I hate him. He gets laid, my dick gets laughed at.
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