I woke up this AM and all of my clothes i wore last night are gone. Instead i am dressed in air jordans, boxers, cargo shorts, and an Affliction t-shirt. the part that upsets me most is that i was with a guy who wears Affliction t-shirts.
There needs to be a term for a female version of a rusty trombone
i just googled "who won the civil war" . how can i still have a 97% in this class?
Beer is about to convince me to do something really stupid.
Come downstairs. Moms serving wine for breakfast again.
you proceeded to scream out that it's your birthday to everyone who walked by before you collapsed in the middle of the street. happy 21st birthday to you.
They left at like 4. I got up to help clean their house this morning and we found his pants. No ones heard from him, we're all a little scared.
When the nurse referred to my vag as "your downstairs", I knew I found the perfect Doctors office.
Did you get any pics? And I can only imagine how inferior you must have felt knowing that somewhere in that room was a guy whose penis was the length of your forearm.
I suppose what I've learned from this experience is that sometimes you just have to make out with a narcissistic baby daddy to make a clean getaway.
Moral of the story: fuckboys never change
Cheyanne in woods. Ducks attacked. My toe is bleeding. We are gpsing our way home on foot. No worries
He sent me a snap with the dog tongue filter. I might have to bench him.
There is no rule that you can't be in a room with more than one dick that's been inside you.
So I took a screenshot of my boarding pass and the TSA agent somehow swiped it to the next photo. Yep...TSA saw my dick before I even went through the body scanner.
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