i love my job...i have craft hour at my desk w twizzlers
can u grab me a application
I put my bosses number in my phone as "Do not call," I shouldve known my drunk curiosity would overcome any desire I had to keep my job.
again?
I hate myself for knowing the words to party in the USA.
woke up this morning with a pool of champagne in my purse. apparently i was saving it for later.
He doesn't need to speak English. He needs to speak sex.
the girl walking home behind me started yelling and pointing "i want an ass like hers!" i feel vaguely accomplished.
He drives a BMW. I have to fuck him. Girl Code Rule #26.
There's a man in a pumpkin/reaper outfit advertising a new head shop outside the Taco Bell. I love this town.
How can I not totally like a guy that told me my boobs were too big for me to be taught how to play golf?
Basically, what i'm trying to say is, if you don't have something, excuse or gift, to satisfy my anger i am going to look you in the eye and piss on the floor.
He was wearing running shoes tho. Thats like the cardinal rule. You don't fuck a guy who wears running shoes as regular shoes.
Please just help me figure out where the bruise on my face came from.
We went from him going down on me to swapping baby pictures of our moms.
If you don't respond in the next 30min, I'm going to assume your in a sex coma, in jail, or dead... All of which I've become accustomed to, and will follow the appropriate channels of notification once you notify me.
i cant believe the cop was fine with you saying no we are in a hurry when he asked to search your car
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