you made me "pop lock and drop it" as a sobriety test last night..
I should just tell him this. He doesn't need to be all nice and ask me on dates and to do gay stuff like hangout during the day. I'll still sleep with him regardless.
I have to have sex with him again. I feel like I need to train him so no other girl experiences that bad of sex.
They nicknamed me the gargoyle. Sex with me is getting gargoyled. The last one I fucked yelled "gargoyle me" for dirty talk. I think fucking me is part of their pledging initiation. Somewhat OK with this.
I started making breakfast to subdue the hangover and last of the shrooms and only got as far as eating a half frozen pierogi out of a dixie cup.
It's official. The summoning powers of my vagina are unmatched by anything in this world.
IDK but this explains my bloody dashboard.
Oh you know, watching its always sunny and petting his cat and NOT fucking. I'm starting my whorefree 2012 resolution early.
Well be careful man. Be careful. Wear shoes in the house. Safety. Safety first, then teamwork.
If your boss lets you sleep on his couch, you don't pay him back by boning his daughter.
I cannot even describe to you the most amazing ass I have ever had the pleasure of seeing walk up the stairs in front of me just now.
Making drunken Mac n cheese at 3 am I understand why witches constantly stir their cauldrons. Much more homogenized temperature and slim chance of boiling over. Good job witches.
Well I woke up at my house so that's a plus. But I'm pretty sure I peed on my sofa because I woke up in the pee position.
So you called me the queen of nudes yesterday and I'm still not sure how I feel about it
He told me he loved me...but added "you crazy bitch" at the end. Does it still count???
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