every time i drive by the road she lives on, i scream in the car "i'm sorry i'm sleeping with your boyfriend!" makes me feel less whore-y.
He came on my face and told me I looked like a gingerbread house.
we need to stop having unprotected sex.
ya i know. we're like the secret life of the american whores.
Party priorities: alcohol > girls > music > cups > decorations
there was this guy running across campus barefoot in the pouring rain stepping in all the puddles. i want his life. and i want to be stripper.
his mom cheated on his dad so i think he has a weird freudian thing for whores
I was ready to fuck him until he pulled the "I might be bi curious" card. Now its turned into a guilt fuck. It's like he's a 3rd world child in need of a sexual orientation.
I don't know if I should be scared or excited that I can officially drink vodka on the rocks like it's 7up.
We found her on a strangers doorstep chanting "I know someone will let me in" it took 2 of us to drag her to the car.
I need a straight guy to pretend to be my boyfriend for 30 minutes so that I can pull off an act of petty vengeance. Interested?
Smoked a blunt with a girl i met at the bus stop today. What you did today is irrelevant
BING! You are now free to move about my panties. He just left for work.
I don't know what happened. His phone, shirt, shoes, and the condom wrapper are here but he isn't. I don't even know how to get a hold of him right now
So it turns out strippers do encores if enough people yell. Encore song: Self Esteem.
I found condoms in the back yard from you and your boyfriend. My house isnt a motel
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