So apparently I told him I was off to go "whore skipping" and I disappeared into the night skipping down the street. I know this because there's video.
No stitches, just platelets and will power
i now know how you feel when you have to walk me home. she ran into a streetlight and into garbage.
I don't understand how anyone could look at him and think, 'Yeah, that's a good idea.'
I just used my thong as a hair tie. I think I reached my limit.
[insert really romantic bullshit about how much i love you and how beautiful you are so you will suck my dick tonight]
He kept surfacing with a delighted look on his face, guessing different types of food to try to figure out what makes my pussy taste so good.
seeing two hook-ups in tagged in the same picture will send chills down anyone's spine.
I woke him up this morning and said I have a meeting w my advisor in an hour you need to wake up, cum on my face, and take me to my car.
Is it bad if one of my goals right now is to snort blow through a licorice?
Don't answer that. It is bad.
I don't even know if I LIKE sober sex any more.
So basically he is jobless, a potential serial killer, and has poor taste in music? We simply don't have time for that.
You had all day to plan ahead & get mixers, so whose fault is this sobriety?
was i wearing any clothes at that point?
socks and a thong
Have you ever thought, hey maybe the reason we were togather that long was because I was drunk the whole relationship?
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