No. You are not the Kate in this relationship. I will do what I want.
i wanted a birthday blowjob. not a birthday VD.
i might even pee on it at walmart i am so nervous
oh well at that point I was already depressed with life because I had watched the bratz movie.
Ya know, I lied. I wouldn't mess with him. Not because of the crazy/rehab issues... but because he wears tank-tops.
you know its bad when everytime i put on a shirt i think of who i hooked up with in it
Oh, I'm sorry. I'd rather be "doable" than "the fat chick"
I gave up trying to understand them years ago. Now I'm just trying to fuck them.
I snorted a few ambien and woke up here. A lady banged on our door, waking us up, demanding our towels.
I've seen people win free drinks for a lot less dude, no need to drop trou on a piano.
Nothing says Merry Christmas like gifting a bottle of rum and finishing it yourself then leaning over at the dinner table to puke it back up.
You popped the Plan B pill then clapped twice, said "mischief managed" and headed tward the bar.
We go out and drink, fuck, and I stay the night. He agrees to it because he knows I'll hook him up to IV fluids in the morning. Everyone wins
just had an acid flashback in my therapist's office. i am a walking stereotype
thanks for supporting my whoreish tendencies
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