So he says "lean over this" which is a chain across the doorway, held into the wall with bolts. I do. Then he puts his weight on top of me to try and get it in.
It breaks. We fall.
I now have a broken nose, a concussion, and an infected, split lip. Why do I have the worst luck in guys?
the best thing about dollar beer night is beer is only a dollar.
I was looking through my facebook friends list to see how many ppl on the list i've hooked up with, and was effectively reminded of my failed friendships, relationships, fuck budy-ships, friends with benefits, and "i cant remember if i ever did shit with him but we're awkward now" ships.
Ways to know you did something wrong: you sugar-coated it for your therapist.
She forced me to throw up so it would "rejuvenate" me. It worked and then we took six more shots and did a keg stand. You know what I call that? Friendship.
The savings from $3 shots still doesn't add up to plan-b
we found you outside the hotel room sleeping with a note next to you that said " we made sure you were comfortable, hope your friends come back soon"
I had to break up with him he didn't understand my priorities. I'm sorry but Saturday nights are for pot and Doctor Who. I'm not going to change who I am.
Is it just me or does the sex still keep getting better? I wasn't crying, my eyes just watered from how hard I was cumming.
Nothing says "class act" like eating acid in the middle of a Buffalo Wild Wings
If I can ever get control of my legs I will be home. Thanks... and again sorry about your bed.
it went well until I said "me" instead of "my" and he kept sexting me in character as a pirate
And the sexual frustration is like I'm wearing a damn horcrux
A drunk and bleeding peter is knocking on your door... in nothing more than a sombrero, boxers and cowboy boots.
"WHAT IS THIS LESBIAN MADNESS"
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