Jerry, you need to find god
I have a story that starts with Nutella and ends with sex in the laundry building at RIT.
Just saw a group of asian tourists in safari outifts bow in thanks to the starbucks guys. And no Im not high.
Im going home to examine my vagina with a hand mirror. wish me luck.
You tried to call "time out" during the sobriety test.
According to FB I fucked in a field 365 days ago.
I just want to have weird supply closet sex with him... and then I'll be all set. Fired, but all set.
it's gotten to the point where there are no existing good choices. even our good choices are bad choice by anyone's standards but ours.
Its fiiine, tuesday is like the thursday of wine wednesday. And i mean, free beer for girls at the grove...im not NOT gonna take that offer up!
Look at your life. Look at your choices.
I knew as soon as he opened a beer with his teeth to shotgun it that I was going to sleep with him. I'm never going home.
I remember it because it was right after the sadness and right before the sluttiness. The calm before the storm if you will
How interesting! I'm adding this to my list of things to discuss with you between fucks.
He called me saying he got nice rims for his car so now we can fuck in style
It's Valentine's Day, I figure for sure we'll have sex today, right? Wrong. I tried unsuccessfully for like an hour to get him to fuck me. Now he's asleep and I'm on my way to join the public library.
The abomination is in progress. At least one barista side eyed me and the other has fear in her eyes
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