So, you were both sitting there watching TV with the occasional chuckle, awkwardly touching her fingers and shyly looking at each other during commercials... and when she saw that her first thought was "those two are currently fucking"?We were watching chapelle's special. When T came, at like 3am
i love that Trex’s new dude, after reading this thread, thinks it’s a good thing to make an account and post some unfunny shit. BRO YOU SHOULD BE METICULOUSLY PLANNING YOUR EXIT STRATEGY.
So she did NOT walk in on you banging the side piece?
I'm confused here
So, you were both sitting there watching TV with the occasional chuckle, awkwardly touching her fingers and shyly looking at each other during commercials... and when she saw that her first thought was "those two are currently fucking"?
Man, you are a gentle lover.
Don't forget the forehead kisses.So, you were both sitting there watching TV with the occasional chuckle, awkwardly touching her fingers and shyly looking at each other during commercials... and when she saw that her first thought was "those two are currently fucking"?
Man, you are a gentle lover.
You're not going to finish out med school, stop lying to yourself.
Your boyfriend is not going to fix you. Your last and most true memento will be a picture of his semen leaking out of your vodka-soaked shotgun blast of a snatch, taken as a form of petty white-trash revenge against the father of your child.
There will be no blissful apotheosis, even if you choose to abandon your children completely.
You fucked your life and you are too weak and shitty and stupid to unfuck it. This will not end happily in a well-kept suburban home, a life of direction and purpose, where a man who actually loves you sows another baby-seed to go along with your first two mistakes. No sane man will move to inherit the wreckage of your white-trash life.
The only thing that put you on the map to the rest of the world were a few undignified tit shots and an ugly, shitty online persona to go along with your shitty, ugly IRL personality. The rest of your total sum of existence will be confined to whatever shit apartment you get put up in, partners slowly degrading in worth, comforts of your youth and looks obliterated by alcohol, accumulating with the filth and trash that is the outer reflection of your inner character. You inherited Ravvenn's legacy, and don't even have pictures of you fresh-faced and smiling in a mansion hot tub to comfort you.
You deserve this. A death spiral put up for a bunch of uncaring strangers to see and laugh at.
Cunt.
You're not going to finish out med school, stop lying to yourself.
Your boyfriend is not going to fix you. Your last and most true memento will be a picture of his semen leaking out of your vodka-soaked shotgun blast of a snatch, taken as a form of petty white-trash revenge against the father of your child.
There will be no blissful apotheosis, even if you choose to abandon your children completely.
You fucked your life and you are too weak and shitty and stupid to unfuck it. This will not end happily in a well-kept suburban home, a life of direction and purpose, where a man who actually loves you sows another baby-seed to go along with your first two mistakes. No sane man will move to inherit the wreckage of your white-trash life.
The only thing that put you on the map to the rest of the world were a few undignified tit shots and an ugly, shitty online persona to go along with your shitty, ugly IRL personality. The rest of your total sum of existence will be confined to whatever shit apartment you get put up in, partners slowly degrading in worth, comforts of your youth and looks obliterated by alcohol, accumulating with the filth and trash that is the outer reflection of your inner character. You inherited Ravvenn's legacy, and don't even have pictures of you fresh-faced and smiling in a mansion hot tub to comfort you.
You deserve this. A death spiral put up for a bunch of uncaring strangers to see and laugh at.
Cunt.
I had to let her in cuz the door was locked. I told T we didnt bang, but I def planned on it.
T was pulling my boxers off to see if there was jizz in it.
You and Trex are shit at communication, you fucking cant provide more than 15 words strung together , and most of it is rapid fire gibberish.
You're not going to finish out med school, stop lying to yourself.
Your boyfriend is not going to fix you. Your last and most true memento will be a picture of his semen leaking out of your vodka-soaked shotgun blast of a snatch, taken as a form of petty white-trash revenge against the father of your child.
There will be no blissful apotheosis, even if you choose to abandon your children completely.
You fucked your life and you are too weak and shitty and stupid to unfuck it. This will not end happily in a well-kept suburban home, a life of direction and purpose, where a man who actually loves you sows another baby-seed to go along with your first two mistakes. No sane man will move to inherit the wreckage of your white-trash life.
The only thing that put you on the map to the rest of the world were a few undignified tit shots and an ugly, shitty online persona to go along with your shitty, ugly IRL personality. The rest of your total sum of existence will be confined to whatever shit apartment you get put up in, partners slowly degrading in worth, comforts of your youth and looks obliterated by alcohol, accumulating with the filth and trash that is the outer reflection of your inner character. You inherited Ravvenn's legacy, and don't even have pictures of you fresh-faced and smiling in a mansion hot tub to comfort you.
You deserve this. A death spiral put up for a bunch of uncaring strangers to see and laugh at.
Cunt.
You're not going to finish out med school, stop lying to yourself.
Your boyfriend is not going to fix you. Your last and most true memento will be a picture of his semen leaking out of your vodka-soaked shotgun blast of a snatch, taken as a form of petty white-trash revenge against the father of your child.
There will be no blissful apotheosis, even if you choose to abandon your children completely.
You fucked your life and you are too weak and shitty and stupid to unfuck it. This will not end happily in a well-kept suburban home, a life of direction and purpose, where a man who actually loves you sows another baby-seed to go along with your first two mistakes. No sane man will move to inherit the wreckage of your white-trash life.
The only thing that put you on the map to the rest of the world were a few undignified tit shots and an ugly, shitty online persona to go along with your shitty, ugly IRL personality. The rest of your total sum of existence will be confined to whatever shit apartment you get put up in, partners slowly degrading in worth, comforts of your youth and looks obliterated by alcohol, accumulating with the filth and trash that is the outer reflection of your inner character. You inherited Ravvenn's legacy, and don't even have pictures of you fresh-faced and smiling in a mansion hot tub to comfort you.
You deserve this. A death spiral put up for a bunch of uncaring strangers to see and laugh at.
Cunt.
Were you broken up at that point or still pretending to be a couple? The fact that you did not bang Tucan Sam 2.0 and are still getting shit on over it is sad and hilarious. If you are going to eat a shit sandwich for dipping your wick you should at least seal the deal on it. Obviously Donkey followed through when she was riding the cock carousel.
Still confused. Was this before or after you ran away with kids?
You and Trex are shit at communication, you fucking cant provide more than 15 words strung together , and most of it is rapid fire gibberish.
Please Confirm this is the situation
You had some chick at your house watching netflix. Your WIFE comes home and cock blocks you fucking this random. Your wife is super drunk and rips off your underwear trying to check for cum to see if you cheated, when you were locked in a house with a college chick.
Right?
You're not going to finish out med school, stop lying to yourself.
Your boyfriend is not going to fix you. Your last and most true memento will be a picture of his semen leaking out of your vodka-soaked shotgun blast of a snatch, taken as a form of petty white-trash revenge against the father of your child.
There will be no blissful apotheosis, even if you choose to abandon your children completely.
You fucked your life and you are too weak and shitty and stupid to unfuck it. This will not end happily in a well-kept suburban home, a life of direction and purpose, where a man who actually loves you sows another baby-seed to go along with your first two mistakes. No sane man will move to inherit the wreckage of your white-trash life.
The only thing that put you on the map to the rest of the world were a few undignified tit shots and an ugly, shitty online persona to go along with your shitty, ugly IRL personality. The rest of your total sum of existence will be confined to whatever shit apartment you get put up in, partners slowly degrading in worth, comforts of your youth and looks obliterated by alcohol, accumulating with the filth and trash that is the outer reflection of your inner character. You inherited Ravvenn's legacy, and don't even have pictures of you fresh-faced and smiling in a mansion hot tub to comfort you.
You deserve this. A death spiral put up for a bunch of uncaring strangers to see and laugh at.
Cunt.