He said he only talked to me because I talk dirty in bed.
Excuse me but the alley way I wanted to fuck in happens to be a very nice clean area.
He needs to respect me before he can fuck me with cat ears on.
Now that there's no chance of him coming over to fuck anymore, I'm going to put up a one-person tent in my bedroom and live in it. My bed reminds me of him.
Quesedillas should not make me weep and drinking water should not make me feel like god is giving me mouth to mouth. Never again.
You handed me a red solo cup filled with vodka and Bacon. You called it the salty Russian.
This is what happens when you live with someone you met on Grindr
with hottub sex, handcuffs, Pocahontas themed lap dances, and eating pumpkin pie off each other, I'm gonna say thanksgiving will be a success ;)
He has an accent when he types. I can *hear* the schnitzel. Especially when he's drunk.
I called you a cum goblin in my voicemail. I stand by it.
The problem is that you are trying to hold on to some dignity. Let it go. I hope your rash gets better.
There was nowhere else for me to go. I'm like the island of misfit toys but I'm hot.
he told me his feelings for me AFTER sex, so that means he meant it right?
How was that girls surprise party last night?
Got absolutely destroyed tried to put somebody's leather jacket on and make out with their mother. You know.. the norm
I need advice on ways to politely say “fuck you on your way to hell”.
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