I really like him. That's why I'm having sex with someone else, so he doesnt think i'm a slut.
nutella sex= disaster
you were the first one he came out to and you announced it as the finale while singing karaoke at the bar
No I remember falling down the stairs I just don't remember it hurting.
He told me his mother taught him that move. What the hell do I say to that?
I don't know how many crown and cokes he went through but I know it was more that I have fingers. We are never leaving Texas.
Listen. I'm a changed woman. I have no problem using him for sex.
I have a video (on my shattered iphone) of a random DJ at some bar giving me a birthday shoutout and texts from random numbers talking about birthday sex. My birthday is in April... Happy birthday to me?
We crashed a rave, threw glitter all over Gay Dan and the bartender, broke a chandelier and called ourselves the Kings of Neon.
He was eating my ass and came up for air, I almost choked laughing because he had a toilet paper cling on stuck in his mustache
Wait. We seriously played strip beer pong at the bar last night. Who said I never came up with good ideas
I just hip-checked Santa and stole his cab.
Hypothetically speaking, at what point does fire become too much fire?
No, not if I told them not to. they listen to me. I have a vagina.
the D I S R E S P E C T of sending someone nudes, them opening it, and not bothering to respond
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