four days late. damn you, makeup sex. you win again.
She just messaged me 19 sad faces.
the only thing coherent you said from what i saw of you is when you were throwing up, i asked if you were done and you just "uh huh you know what it is"
I'm sorry. I think I have multiple personalities. Or it was the acid. Either way. I'm sorry.
I'm going to be blunt here. I don't actually care what you're doing tonight. I just need to know if I need to shave or not.
My roommate made me go home after I mooed at fat girls at the gas station.
Now that I'm single, I like to think of myself as in a relationship with Taco Bell.
If by "in control" you mean him showing-up to work wasted, calling a customer a "fuckstick," and getting fired on the spot? Then yes, he is.
He called me skinny, I broke his garbage disposal, then denied him sex. Normal second date etiquette.
I'm 2 seconds away from smashing the bottle and drinking it off the counter with a straw.
I'm so glad you haven't fallen off any more yachts
I'm sorry for what I said when I was orgasming
at this point I think you're judging my taste in men
I swear I'm not
It's okay, I'm judging my taste in men
Laying on my driveway in my pajamas in the sun having my severe hangover cigarette, and the daycare house across the street is having playtime in the yard! I believe I'm currently being what's known as a "bad example!"
Sex was followed by homemade breadsticks. I waited till after the breadsticks were gone to tell her i had a gf.
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