So I just had this crazy idea, and no it has nothing to do with the fact that they made me take shots at work.
when im bored during the day i often think, what do people who dont get high do with their day.. i came to the conlcusion that everyone must be getting high
the mole on his forehead could get me off better than his dick
please tell me you have proof of this
its like my vagina has this homing beacon out to all the guys saying "come find me, i havent been shaved in weeks"
there are seriously like six guinea pigs in my bathtub right now
Sorry you had to see that, but on the bright side...at least I trust you enough to have sex in front of you
it was either that or behind a dumpster, and i am way too pretty to pee behind a dumpster
I want to say that being forced to stare at the 'no.1 boyfriend' collage behind his head ruined the sex but it just didn't.
Am I the only one creeped out by the guy asleep behind our couch?
Also, the zoloft kicked in and I can't get an erection anymore. So I'm depressed.
And dont tell me its his job to cockblock me just because he's my boyfriend.
The Deck is crawling with Cougars. Sound the irresponsibility alarm and come drink with me on a Tuesday night.
Wake up. Pour coffee. Open blinds. Guy is skipping class and jacking off furiously to Asian porn. Close blinds. Finish coffee. So this must be what med school is like.
He fucked me on the hood of my car outside his work, and now I'm paranoid that the doggie day care next door might have security cameras.
Why can I remember how tall Nicki Minaj is from looking up her height once months ago, yet after weeks into the semester I can't even remember where any my classrooms are located
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