so all night Ive been that girl with her tits out @ the bar. I mean I dropped jaws, yo. But in a classy way.
He proposed that we "bone". I've completely given up on boys.
Im not moving so it's going to have to be a 3 some.
i yelled at him for a little and we ended up fucking in a random tennis court.
Heaven was on the 3rd floor and Hell was on the first. When the cop walked up he was confused as to who the noise complaint was for and wrote both apartments a noise violation.
We're both clumsy. What does this imply for our kids?
Helmets.
He keeps bees of course he's weird
you're no funn. i shall go consult my friend vodka on this matter.
These muscle relaxers obviously don't work because I'm harder than a fucking diamond.
I think he has some internal "man stuff" that keeps getting in the way.
Like alcoholism and general douchbagary.
Allow me to explain. Triple D is a surprise. It's like if you're expecting to fight one person, then you get ambushed by more. Except it's a good ambush, because it's boobs, not death.
I did wake up to a random meat and cheese plate next to my bed, that was a thrill.
He was cheering for me from the end of the bar as I sloppily ate a Ruben sandwich. It made me feel really special.
I smoked too much. I'm sitting on my balcony and I keep getting lost. Help me
I can't be sure but I think I slept with a clown last night...
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