i scrubbed and i scrubbed and i scrubbed and i still was a whore
he told me not be awkward when his girlfriend comes tomorrow. and then he made out with me
whenever music plays i find myself always doing kegels to the beat. its like the new foot-tapping
You are the worst kind of disappointment. The responsible kind.
I have to fuck proof my bed. It was in the middle of the room this time.
Just finished putting caution tape around the tv. Sober me needs to prepare.
This has been the most pleasant arrest experience I've ever had.
I don't think he knows what shame means anymore. He gave some bar slut his sisters Tiffanys necklace, in exchange for anal.
I said I usually like going out for coffee before torturing someone's genitals. He said he understood.
most of the afternoon was spent sneaking around my house and alternating which bathrrom to throw up in.
It's not above me to sleep with him solely for his authentic budweiser shirt
mid-october of freshman year. goals have shifted from "no more guys on my floor" to "all the guys on my floor."
I woke up with a black eye and a buttplug...not sure I really want to know what happened.
You sluts I'm so proud of you. You're both wearing underwear.
Im playing a game I have to take a drink every time my gram asks me the same question hammered by 4 guaranteed...
Randomize
