Well, there are worse ways to make $50 at a gay club.
Someone is in my phone as "fireball girl" and keeps texting me. How do I go about finding out who it is?
I would come over if there was not the impending fear of me shitting out my brains.
Something bad happened. I'm just giving you some notice. So you can smoke some pot and hide all sharp items in the house.
I need drugs. Hard drugs. Today. Not tomorrow. Today. Something relaxing.
As the cops are taking us away I see the strippers taking our DD backstage.
It's 1:26 and I have already found 5 fruit flies between 3 separate glasses of wine. This is supposed to be a summer problem. Fucking global warming.
Last night she walked off and disappeared from everyone got home at 330 and said she went to the casino with her cab driver.
for the record im never blowing a guy on the toilet again, that was sad and degrading
Your the only person I know that needed stiches after a Monday morning conference call. How are you in your 20s? How
I'm really glad I had vomit on my sweater when I met his sister.
No, I didn't meet up with him! That's when I had chlamydia.
It's just a friend who is recently single and I'm going to heal his broken heart with my vagina
Two grav bong hits and a shower later and I'm ready for company
It's like you say things that speak to my soul on a deep personal level
The high school classes are online, not my sex life. He still comes over for “teacher / parent conferences.” A couple more “conferences” and I’ll be able to rewrite the Sex Ed curriculum
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