Walk of shame was bad enough, but farting with each step as I walked past his roommates was just not cosmically fair.
No. Please No. At first it was cool when you started bring an extra girl home for me but after 2 cycles of clap medicine I'm putting an end to it.
Just mixed my liver cleanse with Bacardi. Best. Thing. Ever.
I don't care what anyone says I want strippers at my funeral.
I called him daddy. To his face. Somewhat sober. What more could I do?
I'm watching sex and the city with my wine and Wendy's. I'm not sure if this is single woman empowerment or not.
I didn't have the heart to tell him that the reason my vagina was so "prelubricated" was because I had just had another gentleman caller an hour earlier. So, when he commented about how turned on I appeared, I just went with it.
Come back I feel like I ticking time bomb of
of drugs
He left his boxers here. Can I keep them and make a shrine or would that be creepy?
He spelled Steven with "ph", needless to say my nose was almost bleeding from the amount of axe he was wearing.
Definitely broke my toe and messed up my knee walking back. Drink hitch hiking should never happen again.
Wall of shame with a backpack full of beer bottles, cowboy hat in hand, and a handlebar mustache. I was applauded by a passing car
I'm currently on an epic search all over the city for a drug store that isn't sold out of Plan B. I celebrated your birthday from afar.
I know where his drugs are but not my pants
beach body workouts will consist of dancing and cocaine, and sugar free redbull
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