its not stalking. its research.
My mom made me chili for when I get home from the bar. Those are the standards I expect you to live up to
He just did blow off my nipples. He's not serious about his girlfriend.
There's a pair of socks on the bar. No-one's questioned this.
So can we talk about how we all three made out with the bike taxi driver in lieu of paying him. I'm not even mad, that's resourceful. You know what married girls would have had to do? They'd have had to pay.
Which is worse rug burn on your nipples or laying there after wondering how long you have to cuddle before you can sneak away?
do you think they make 'sorry for walking in on you drunkenly jacking of to a picture of me' cards?
My goal for tonight is to swipe my debit card through those weird rolls on the back of a big bald guy's head.
He's cheating on her.
Are you sure it wasn't her?
I have my glasses on, and as long as she didn't change her face in the past two months; its her.
It was great. They teamed up to hit on these two frat boys all night, until the frat boys started making out with each other. The looks on their faces...
I enjoy the level of friendship we have achieved until you ask me to determine what may or may not be gentile warts via iphone pic
It was like, once I started flashing you, I couldn't stop.
I am rewearing my dress from last night. I only wore it for like two hours before fucking. And I took it off first so no cock contact. This is my new standard of cleanliness.
I remember 2 things. 1. Hanging through the window. 2. And she needing a bucket to puke in. That’s all. I have no other memory.
thanks for supporting my whoreish tendencies
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