So apparently I told him I was off to go "whore skipping" and I disappeared into the night skipping down the street. I know this because there's video.
There are the 2 BIGGEST tools by me-- at our table. I hate them. But they're not ugly and I may make out with them later. And hate myself. Definitely hate myself.
so he tried marking my clit with a sharpie so he could "find it again next time".
Kinda wish I banged him. I need the exercise.
Watching Argentina vs Germany during a wedding on an iPhone. Thank you Steve Jobs.
Also, any YOLOwl-related sex photos will result in you winning ten orgasms, courtesy of myself, as well as sweets and bacon-based dinner. All entrants welcome
Slip and slide hallway was not one of my better ideas.
I give you full permission to seriously injure me the next time I think it's a good idea to face a bottle of vodka
Ok here's the state of the situation: We're alone in a strange city with strange people with nothing but alcohol and sprite, I think we're gonna make it.
Never thought I would be taunted by little kids about my walk of shame
The number of tpain songs that actually relate to my life right now is embarrassing.
I woke up to him "wax on, wax off"-ing my boobs. I just reminded myself that I love him and let it happen.
Just went to court for a citation. Guess who my DA was? That girl I ATM'd last weekend. No ticket for me!
Based on the conversation I'm going to assume you didn't close the deal.
It started going awry when I fell through a roof.
I just learned that I could drop out of school and spend the rest of my savings on a giraffe are you free this weekend
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