He finally told me that he's married. I guess it doesn't really matter.
He only uses me for sexual pleasure. The sad part is I don't even feel like a slut. I just I feel like I should just live in the top drawer of his nightstand....for free of course.
I cannot stress to you how much better your current situation is than listening to gay sex
You were hopping up and down because you wanted only his strongest sperms to make it to the egg.
Darwin at his finest.
is it sad that i can describe this night as "the night that i was sober" and we all know which night it was. like literally one night of sobriety.
well the hot one passed out so thats that, but then the fat one made chicken nuggets....totally worth it
when i'm drunk i think im just gonna point at him and yell adultery is a sinnnn. youre going to helllll
I'm going to keep a tally of how many lives I ruin this summer. Starting today.
Already at 3 and it's not even noon.
Pretty sure I recall hugging our waiter from the bar last night. That also means we are NEVER going there again
When you turn your data bak on you're gonna get a pic of a nipple but it's not mine
During your work shift I was either: a) stoned. b) high. c)stoned. or d) high.
Cause I know you wanna ride the D like a Vespa in ROMAN HOLIDAY
I take it you're alive?
Mostly. Can't quite control my arms.
I just compared my relationship to that double ended dong scene from Requiem. This day just took a turn.
Having random cyber sex while watching to catch a predator just seems wrong.
Randomize
