apparently they started giving me water shots and i couldnt tell the difference
I didnt attack him, I heard I threw a chair at him- big difference. And you know Im not a creep so whatever
please tell me if i'm home and in my bed
negative
come find me please
I just remembered yelling "they're gonna let me be a lawyer! Me! Why would they do that?"
I made him leave at 3am, he texted me a couple minutes later and said the elevator was broken and he was sleeping in there, but he said I was worth it so I don't feel guilty
I'm just learned what a rim job is, I feel like crying
He turned me into a screamer. Guess I'm really not a lesbian.
Sorry about flashing you in front of your mom.
So it's official the pockets of my work apron exist solely for the purpose of secretly flipping off asshole customers and not losing my job.
I finally broke my dry spell. I did it. D-do-da-Dora.
I downloaded the presidential playlists for offline listening. And Obama made a night one so we have presidential approved fuck jamzzzzz. Thanks Obama!
Should I go bust a nut on the beach
Of course he's seen my tits, I wave those things around like a trump supporter does an American flag
conclusion: canadians have really freaky sex
What's a professional way to say get your shit in gear?
Randomize
