This isn't the rejection hotline, is it?
new low: my hungover self just mistook bacon grease for mashed potatoes. worst. mistake. ever.
cum and cheesecake for breakfast...don't fucking tell me pride week isn't awesome
You act as if I'm the first person to pee in the Taco Bell drive thru at 2 AM, I'm sure a lot worse things have happen in that drive thru than my urine.
So, sleeping with all of my Vicodin in my bra because I knew she'd be searching my room for drugs tonight. I'LL SHOW HER.
It was like bizarre-o star trek. I shamefully went where every man has gone before.
So question, would you consider it morally wrong to grind up Cialas and put it in ones cocktail? Then I get what I want and he doesn't have to be embarrassed and he can win the mental game with himself? I'm only thinking of him...
the guy I've been trying to get with saw my brother's genitals before he saw mine, so that's my life.
I need to get off of her emotional roller coaster. I've been on it for a fucking year and I've been throwing up the entire time.
i got home safe but then alex started a fire so now we're at the hospital
I wasn't even hungover I was just mourning my dignity
This morning we had sex while he was wearing a full length fur jacket and sunglasses... I wasn't even phased
He just told me I was beautiful, whilst I peed into a cup. If this isn't love I don't know what is.
I don't think getting eaten out in a smart car behind a circle-k on my break by a guy I just met classifies as social distancing, but I'm beginning to love night shift more and more.
Did you ask Harvard boi?
Apparently he likes someone who is into being smart and a supporter of human rights ugh what a skank
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