Conclusion from last night: Sometimes being classy isn't as fun as making out with a guy on a pooltable in a bar. Happy birthday, Canada.
all I remember was being half naked drinking water on my hands and knees from her dogs water bowl.
Braces and a neon one piece. She looks 15.
i'm in love
Get your damn GED now that you are harvesting a child in her belly
What is a GED?
Just violated the laws of fuck-buddyship and talked to him about my personal life. I don't like it.
Well, i'm not sure how that works so i wish both you and your vagina luck on your voyage.
we found her in my closet eating a clove of garlic.
Nice. Don't spend your therapist's co-pay on Jaeger bombs.
you're expensive. Idk about all this. What happened to free make outs?
Sobriety and mild self-respect
Fuck you come back. The old guy next to me is complementing me on my great choice of ring fingers,
He took off his priest costume and proceeded to dryhump the teletubby.
If thou doesn't answer thou phone thou shall receive a barrage of Dick pics. It's the eleventh commandment.
You're right. Cause really... I'm in the back of his head. Even though what I said was better than "I have herpes"... I did once say that to him. So I'm like a reoccurring nightmare.
It's hard not to feel like a terrible person with bruises on your tits.
the best part is that i get to keep the pot plants and he still has my name tattooed on his ass
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