Black lace...the rest is up to ur imagination
Apparently at one point I was wearing my sweatshirt backwards like it was normal and then I threw up into the hood. Never drinking again.
Please advise as to how precisely ashamed I should be if I just became sexually aroused by a Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince preview
masturbating is 5million times harder to finish knowing grandma is in the guestroom downstairs. just so you know.
The freshman came home at 9 this morning with one heel, no pants, and a strangers sweatshirt covered in tequila-scented vomit. I think we're done corrupting her for a while.
I feel if a girl leaves my house the next morning feeling degraded and in desparate need of a shower, then I have succeeded.
Well.. considering he unknowingly dated a prostitute, I consider myself the winner in that break up.
gave myself the "you're a really good girlfriend" talk on the way to where i intentionally cheated on him. i am my own drunken therapist.
There were so few words spoken that I'm not sure if it was make-up or break-up sex.
Sex last night was mind blowing. your wife is one lucky lady.
it was good, but also weird. like, i came four times and then cried weird.
I would have publicly shamed him but I'm pretty sure his tramp stamp did that on its own...
when we woke up this morning she was missing two teeth. the front two.
In other news, my ex fuck buddy is a surprisingly good wingman.
The hangover struggle is to real, just passed the drive thru window. Twice.
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