it's business casual sex. like no kissing, shake hands after, occasional frequency
she kept checking the clock when she was giving me head and at midnight she said she had to stop because she cant eat meat on fridays is that bitch serious
life is no where near the amusement park it was when I was on Vicodin.
I tried telling you she just blew me in the bathroom but you were too busy making out with her to listen
Questioning the dried heart shaped nutella on my boobs. Valentines day has begun.
I don't think I'm emotionally ready for this blow job.
Either I need to stop bringing you back to my apt or I need to stop buying ikea furniture
i need to stop celebrating other people's birthdays like they are m own.. my body can't handle a birthday every week
Multiple bruises and a hell of a headache later, I have still to find out where the fuck I picked up the bottom half of a mannequin.
Wait does semen show up on blood tests?
So not the biggest tits he had his cock between. He could have lied.
After the 3rd time his brother walked in on us I asked "Does he ever knock?" his reply "This is his room"... Turns out he didn't even live there... I feel like a hoe.
im trying to look as sober as possible but i just poured orange juice and mayo into my milkshake.
Went home w the NY Islander in a NY Rangers jersey, needless to say he was pissed
we panicked because we couldn't find you anywhere, but then we found you tripping in the bathtub with Marie's cat. there was no water. you thought there was water, though.
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