I'm beginning to feel kind of at home at Police stations
we were having sex and the sweat made her make up run... seriously laid there and watched her face just melt into ugly.
I'm not sure what happened last night, but my turtle seems afraid of me.
I'm not going to need your "it doesn't mean you're a slut" pep talk after all.
This is ridiculous. It's like playing possible STD Clue, and I don't want to be the winner.
I woke up to him using my debit card to order PPV porn and Jimmy Johns. I don't even know his name.
Was almost hungover and got scared, skipped hungover, back to hammered. Fuck real life
I found a picture of me as a little kid with nothing on except a towel covering one of my nipples and I'm glaring at the camera. Literally nothing has changed except I have boobs now
At this point, if I'm not getting fucked by a man in ONLY cowboy boots, it's not worth it.
we need to make pact to not cut each other's hair on coke and whiskey nights.
While I agree, I dont think thats realistically possible
I just realized I wasn't at the party anymore. I was just sitting there with a vacuum.
I'm going to smell of sex and shame.
How is that different than any other Monday night?
Also fuck yeah conspiracy
I kept screaming at his rabbit: "IT'S OKAY, YOU CAN HAVE SOME TRIX. FUCK THOSE SELFISH BITCHES."
He put on star wars porn, i thought it was hilarious last night but now i'm wondering why he has star wars porn
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