I just did the classiest thing ever.
last time you said that you got chlamydia.
There's a litter of kittens in my bathtub and beer cans everywhere. I want my apartment key back.
i mean, we fucked on the futon in the garage where his band practices. pretty sure im now obligated to like his band on facebook.
The secrurity code on my debit card is 420, can not lose this card.
he was like the dessert in the all you can eat man buffet that has become my life.
His phone pocket dialed me while he was crapping. He was quietly singing stayin alive and possibly passing his intestines.
After he finished he proceeded to check my boobs for breast cancer.
first time i ever mailed panties back to a fuck buddy. what better of a way to say its over
Eating a grilled cheese at a strip club... good idea??
Found the cure to anxiety attacks.
An orgasm
I almost forgot to feel shameful, if that answers your question.
Thank you for stroking my rage monster tonight.
Where'd you go?
Laundry, im. A responsible drunk
You cannot steal the fun of my nakedness. You do not own my nakedness. My nakedness is my sole property and I share that fun with whom I choose.
Did I ever tell you what happened that night after he ran you over?
Randomize
