hot ketchup is not a substitute for marinara
I hate that the only Italian aspect of me is I get red and sweaty when I drink
I really should sober up and deal with this hangover
It seems to be one of those life decisions I'm perfectly content never making though
I don't know. I guess at the end of the day I wanted taco bell more than a boyfriend.
Totally get that.
I mean it was like cry my eyes out or masturbate in my moms bathroom.
Besides the flaccid incident, it was decent. Average sized. So this is my life now. Loneliness and lackluster sex.
casual night just sitting in the kitchen at 2 am eating stale chips and hot sauce while my friends younger sister is cleaning all the blood off my body
Also I've come to learn that "type" and "fetish" are different things. Apologies for earlier confusion.
Woke up with a squirrel in my bed, how was your night?
The comfort of this onesie is keeping me single
It was a tough decision either lay in bed or go to work and lay in the stockroom
not sure what stings more, my ass or my pride...
Tempted to tell the Titos promoters at this bar that they are doing the lords work.
He's got a big dick, a steady job and tells me I'm pretty. There is litterally nothing else I look for I a guy.
we live vicariously through your huge boobs
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