I'm not a real person
I'm sorry, everyone knows that
You blewit but ill be back in laekciew tonigthso calll mee
he accidentally used the toothbrush i use to induce my bulemia...i feel like this is something he shouldnt find out...
I just ran into the couch, vagina first.
I hope you got dinner out of it
I'm drinking margaritas out of a soup mug, of course I'm going to get wasted
I'm going to skip that pointless convo with Mark, stick with the "we're talking" status, and bone barely legal, borderline gay, preppy guys on the DL.
so some random man just messaged me on facebook "tig ol bitties" should i be concerned?
It was that same situation where "cuddling on the floor" was actually just code for "rough shameful hate sex" hahaha.
He wrote me poetry. 12 hours after getting my number
its gotten to the point where if her hand isn't on my butt i think we're in a fight
He was like, I wanna take it slow. I took off my bra And I was like, either we have sex now or you get out.
you better come over.. I need a witness to help prove the couch talks to me
I dont pretend to understand how the heterosexual mind works. Its a mysterious cavern of stupidity and disgusting sexual acts.
I had a good weekend too...although I cried about the dog in a drunken stupor last night...not one of my finest moments, but it's all water under the bridge.
But I think I successfully seduced her with my alias.
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