i wokr up in ohio with no clothes. i think someone gave me ecstacy. can you come find me please it's cold.
batman tramp stamp. Dibs.
the last thing i remember is you screaming lets hunt humans.
I'm not sure if what i'm hearing downstairs is sex or not, but if it is, it sounds like there's a dog involved...i'm mildly concerned.
You know you have a great job when you need a DD home from work at 6pm.
high. he's playing 'oops i did it again' on the ukelele. is this real life?
Dont ask, hes out back rolling around in the yard freaking out. literally just had a 15 minute conversation, only word i could make out was "yellow"
We both bought three foot bongs...going to race to see who can smoke a mile first.
I no longer see him as a simple set of male genitalia attached to a very sexy body. The title "trophy fuck" seems wrong. Damn.
Let me tell you the story of bicurious george
does doing it on an automatic sink count as shower sex?
"I made out with someone too, but then he tried to fuck and I played dead"
Woke up with a 6lb bucket of Redvines with a note that said "I'm sorry" care to explain?
I'm armed with nothing but $4 lip gloss gum and my phone. Ready to take on the fucking world.
This conversation went from me banging other women's husbands to learning about baked goods. If that isn't personal growth I don't know what is.
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