He disabled his match.com account in front of me
# days @ Coachella: 1 people i showed how to break it down: 279
Is it sad I memorized the exact change required for a #7 at Wendy's?
i don't remember but I assumed it was bad when I woke up with directions from his house to mine already pulled up on my phone
I just realized his fb pic was taken in a public bathroom.
I'm not going to need your "it doesn't mean you're a slut" pep talk after all.
And if I hated you I'd probably say things like, "I never want to speak to you again," or, "Eat a bag of dicks." That's how you'd know.
One day. I will touch his hair. I'm curious if it'll be like a soft cloud.
You guys bombarded us in the bathroom and that kid whipped his dick out and peed in the sink.
I need to pack up my vagina and leave. We only do bad things together.
He had a tramp stamp of his own phone number. You can't tell me that isn't smart.
I discovered a new stretch mark. DONE. LITERALLY DONE.
So I woke up alone in the hotel room clutching a bible to my chest. Explain, please.
Google Maps needs to have a hungover setting. That bitch talks too loud and all I want is breakfast tacos & a bloody fucking mary.
I can still taste your cum in my mouth and my in-laws are coming over. This should go well.
Randomize
