I don't want to talk about it. He was like the Little Engine that couldn't get me off.
I keep trying to sit and the chair keeps running away from me
why weren't you at the audition last night?
booty call before role call
They let me out of the holding cell just in time for me to get the morning-after-pill. Rock bottom feels even worse with all those hormones.
Well when you're drinking tequila mixed with water out of a steve Austin cup I really don't think acquiring a straw is your main priority
you called me and cried until i agreed to record a rap about our lives with you
I have to overdose on valtrex I had a rough weekend.
He gave me an elaborately handwritten invite (on a bar coaster) back to his place and whispered in my ear 'i have ping pong'. And he said byob. fuck THAT.
What is she getting? Last time we talked her behavior was conducive to getting a tramp stamp on her face.
I think it's time for a new pick up line. So far my " hey you want to go back to my place, order a pizza and fuck?" Has set me at an all time low downtown 0/4
We have a little not a lot. We already rolled a blunt and named him Ron.
I was a little curious what "unspeakable" things he could possibly do to my feet
you just rode your bike home from a one night stand in a stolen skirt with no underwear and you're telling ME to reevaluate life choices?!
Sometimes I think he has a hidden camera in my vagina so he knows what I'm doing and saying at all times...
You were so drunk you told some dude your life story in one short sentence... and kissed his fiancé. You're invited to the wedding.
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