I don't make mistakes...just understandable bad choices.
nothing i could have done in life could have prepared me for walking in on her SHITTING on my rug.
Needless to say there is no second date for this girl.
yet...
I dated that bitch for 9 months and didnt get as much as a hand job. I met her sister last night for the first time and smashed that...twice
I respect that
just found my diary from when i was 14. i demand a drinking game of this.
I am growing concerned with the number of people here in cowboy hats
when a girl feels in her heart, the way she feels in her vagina, anything is possible.
My favorite part was walking in the bathroom, you fixing yourself in the mirror, calling your reflection a fag, then throwing a haymaker into the paper towel dispenser before going back out to the bar.
I'm pretty sure this is how polyamorous relationships begin.
It is official. It's the year of doin married chicks. Similar to the year of virgins but without all the baggage.
Spending 4 hours in the emergency room today tells me that your birthday party was a success.
i don't know man... i just want to listen to John Lennon every time i finish fucking her. is this love?
Is it possible to hurt your vagina working out, because I think my Dumbass accomplished that... 😯😟😒😓
Do I even want to know?
Honestly no idea how dad figured out i did all that gay porn unless he was looking at gay porn.
Does this cleavage amount say, “Fuck it, I’m over dating, let’s just fuck?”
This whole thing is fucking bullshit. I should be wasting all my hard-earned money at Planet Con this weekend but NOOOOOOOOO. Now I'll never get Roy Thomas to sign my comic
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