So the D.A.R.E. essay I helped my tutor kid write won an award. Oh the irony.
I did the walk of shame to church this morning.
hooker boots and all?
Yep. People looked at me like I was the prodigal daughter returning home. Full of sins but welcome anyway.
He freaked out when I started to orgasm. He said he never knew girls could orgasm too.
i think he saw me take a picture of his dick
They sext over her pic comments. Role playing as wolves.
I hooked up with a 20 year old last night. I feel like a hocus pocus witch that sucked life from a child.
Malt liquor mondays...better in theory.
Relaxed was like phase 1 of this phase 7 high
There is always the bar, but 2 30 on a Tuesday just screams alcoholism
Glad I can drunkenly remember to not get tomatoes on my Mexican pizza but can't tell a guy to keep his hands off my ass
Mike's my new hero. There's a flagpole of hook-up's bras on his porch and a week's supply of beer in his fridge but he still has a great job.
He just didn't want his drunk dick pulled out of his windbreaker at the family party
Life lesson: if a hot naked girl tells you to spit on something, you spit on it. No questions.
the moment when you open a dick pic with your mom in the car... On your moms phone... Of your dad... Scarred for life
you would not believe who i just fucked on my lunch break
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