i scrubbed and i scrubbed and i scrubbed and i still was a whore
don't get me wrong, i love how you're fun and free spirited. but there are some situations...like shooting down a bottle of sambuca standing in the shallow end topless surrounded by my friends
Dude, we're at Einstein's Bagels and the dude next to us is spreading cannabutter on his bagel.
apparently i was cut off before i even walked in
I want to be done crawling through windows but the sex is too good to stop...but I'm running out of excuses for where the bruises on my legs are coming from.
When he sent me a picture, I swear my vag frowned. That tiny.
I was scared that I should know him but I was too busy blacking out to remember
If you're not peeing in public bi-monthly, you're not really living.
i just deleted him from my phone. and yes... I did just text you this from less than 20 feet away.
I'm not judging.. I sure as hell am not getting out of my bed to come talk to you about this. but i support your decision
And if I could both stabilize myself *and* pick things up with my penis... Well, I wouldn't be on the fire dept...
How bad is it I'm looking at his cock while waiting to see my therapist?
My dick pics could make it to the popular page on Instagram.
Getting free blow from a total stranger, who asked permission to stroke my eyebrows, was the highlight of my evening out. Also, I have a new cuddle dealer.
He's balder, I'm skinnier. I win. I. Win.
you going clubbing tonight?
well its tuesday isnt it
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