so i realized that everyone figured out i was a slut before i did. then i realized that no one felt like telling me. sometimes i think you just keep me around for entertainment.
you're right.
Your dick is once again the conversation topic.
I'm not going to fuck him in his Honda Fit. That's gay.
Well, let's be honest here. You're dealing with gay guys... EVERYTHING has an emotional attachment.
I made two strippers play rock paper scissors to see who would give me a lap dance last night
Did you like my voicemail? Sounded like I was being murdered, right?
By a pack of ravenous dildos
Threw up on the baby. National Tequila Day is the eve of National I'm A Horrible Nanny Day.
She hash-tagged my name. I think it's safe to say that she remembers our hookup.
Nah, just ran around, pinned random men to walls, bit their lips of and booked it.
Thank you for FINALLY joining the Slutasorus Rex club in this conversation.
I actually want to work out for some reason... I think it's my brains way of telling me it doesn't like living in a fat body.
The entire state will know me by my boobs.
What kind of present accurately says to my male suitemate "I'm sorry that I accidentally flashed you my vagina while I was super drunk"?
Is it rude to send him a, "happy birthday, I hope you finally get an STD" text?
We had sex to Hey Arnold, Rugrats, and All That. I feel like my life has come full circle.
Randomize
