can we please take bets on how much therapy you'll need in the future?
I tried. Now my legs are bleeding and I cracked my head on the coffee table. Never taking your advice again.
I used puppy pads next to the couch for her to throw up on....
I'm sorry I make you whore yourself out to him everytime I'm drunk and want mcdonalds.
I should just black out in my front yard again- that was a great nights sleep.
THAT FUCKER WASTED TWO OF MY COLORED CONDOMS! HE DIDN'T EVEN FUCKING FINISH IN IT HE JUST SLAPPED IT ON AND WASTED IT!
I give up. I can't handle that class sober any longer. I have an army of whiskey shooters for the next three weeks. Wish me luck.
Last thing I remember was a hand in the pants. Then I woke up next to a full beer and a McDouble, which I promptly had for breakfast.
That's like doing a cinnamon challenge in my vag - but more painful.
I've been to his house multiple times since that night and I STILL can't find my bra. And he says the hot tub ate my thong.
You having your own car has severely reduced the amount of blowjobs I get.
Being the hot sister definately has advantages, I'm pretty sure I ruined her engagement
I was going to try being motivated today. But then I took a hit while still in bed.
No, and she still hasn't answered me...I get a whole series of text messages about Guatemalan anal bleaching but no fucking answer to my question.
BITCH I AM EXPERIENCING THE FEMININE MYSTERY SHUT UP AND GIVE ME DRUGS
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