The class that normally occupies the room we use for my Monday class had to do posters as if for a Hamlet movie and they pick actors for each character and this person wrote "Robert D. Niro"
For the amount I put out, I should be going on way more dates.
He's yummy.
HE'S GAY. AND 40.
Irrelevant.
She is just sitting by the bathroom like a little puppy waiting for a knight in shining armor to take her in there to fuck her. New low?
No, she isn't nearly as crazy as the girl who wanted to wear a vial of my semen as a necklace.
Our lady landlord called. Dot worry, I handled it. Drunk. Tell her it was Nate. Done. Good. Bye. Drunk.
I think it's safe to say I'm rolling my hypothetical balls off
I woke up with my name tag for work still on my shirt. It was a rough night.
It's like my life is one of those movies where after a bunch of outlandish events that only happen in a movie the girl realizes her true life calling and lives a great life with a sexy man of multiple races. But I'm stuck in the fucked up part where 25 year olds come in their pants.
I disagree, if your last name is Weiner then the sending of dick pics should be mandatory. I'd give him a pass.
I'm only fucking women born in the 90s this summer
Because you touch yourself at night.
...What time of day am I supposed to do it?
Why does everyone always assume I'm fucking their boyfriends?
You are fucking her boyfriend.
my underwear is inside out , I have a giant hickie. I'm wearing last nights makeup. this is going to be the best day at work ever
Last night I realized my life is an experiment of really bad decisions when I had to leave without my underwear. But at least I'm expanding my life experience.
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