we're blogging at a bar
I realized that I've made out with a different boy almost every time we've gone to mcgoreys....I don't need a boyfriend...I have that bar
you may be an alcoholic when your drug dealer calls to yell at you for drinking too
she told me I give head better than a lesbian. I know it's a great compliment but it kind of threw me off.
I'm not embarrassed about the lap dance. I'm embarrassed for the singing during.
My booty call just put me down for a reference for her job at the hospital. What am I supposed to say? She gives great bj's?
You kept whispering "Party Dave" every time someone would start talking.
The cab driver was nice enough to let you finish your beer in the car, but you crossed the line when you started to pee in the empty bottle
I like making it seem like it's at least a little bit difficult to hook up with me
I had sex on a sidewalk in downtown Chicago... I don't think I have anymore morals to lose.
Maybe. I want to have sex at the fire station, most likely on one of the trucks. I wonder if I can finagle that before I tire of the spelling and grammatical errors in his texts.
My life hurts
I woke up 30 minutes away from the bar, my car was at a train station, and when I got home all I got was the speechless head shake
Who knew that showing someone your boobs would make them stop crying.
You're the best thing in my life, followed closely by cannabis and trashy romance novels
I just wish he would stop trying to bring his emotional baggage into our sexual relationship.
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