My room smells like vodka and shame
i've counted 4 condom wrappers but only 3 condoms. not again.
I vaguely remember telling people they were not trash cans
his mom walked in, looked at me, sighed n nsaid 'when are u gonna learn' n walked out
That's okay, during storytime I would have to sit on my hands so I wouldn't touch everyone. Explains a lot...
I just feel like I should give it a rest. I'm too old to be drinking bottles of grey goose and falling into koi ponds.
There's some muscle relaxers in my bedside table. Sorry if my dildo is in the bathroom.
I called him daddy. To his face. Somewhat sober. What more could I do?
when was she peeing in the stairwell? why dont i remember this?
....because generally we only remember 40% of the night each, and have to fill eachother in. And that still leaves 20% that we will never know and its probably for the best
Yeah. You can ask him out. We're just fuck buddies. My vagina will be sad but your heart can be happy.
View of Vancouver Bay is obscured though the greasy hand prints from fucking against the window. Tip maid well.
He's so vague sometimes. Like dude, we've been friends for 3 years. I don't need you to be vague, I need you to be inside of my vagina.
I'm tired of the topic. I sent him a pic of my vagina to change it.
this is honestly why we're friends. we drink tea and plan to do drugs together.
tell him if he brings over dinner you might let him see your left boob...or right, whichever you prefer. But under no circumstances do you let him see both...unless he brings a good desert...like coffee ice cream or something
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