At the hair cuttery. A father here with his daughter just answered his phone "ken's whorehouse"...Now I remember why I used to pay more for haircuts.
have you facebook stalked him yet?
No, I don’t know his last name...
Just google his license plate numb
I have discovered something important. The trick to making food taste better is not always 'more hot sauce'.
I wasn't expecting a boner of this magnitude
i looked at my phone and realized all i had said to her the entire night was misspelled variations of "NOTHING IS THE SAME" over and over. she eventually stopped replying.
As I fucked him you stood outside my door screaming, "I'M NOT JUDGING YOU!" over and over.
I was judging you.
it went ok. then he slept in a parking lot and took me out for a picnic the next day. boys are confusing.
i don't find him as attractive when he's dressed as himself...bring back Indiana jones and I would so fuck him again
My day so far: morning after pill and pancakes. Living the dream.
The fact that I bookended my summer with pregnancy scares doesn't upset me. The fact that he's a trombone major does...
Oh and it took quite a bit of doing, but I managed to wipe my butt with the hat you left in my car
I thought if I bought the most expensive pregnancy test I would look like I had my life together
Couch. On fire.
You told me you didn't want to go to the hospital because you were drunk, but because you didn't want to leave the "fun".
I’m not washing my pussy with handsoap.
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