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The only times girls talk to me at clubs is when they're asking if I'm okay when I'm puking outside. Or if it's a tranny
like i literally can feel my uterus getting frustrated at me for not being pregnant.
I'm at the point where I'm gonna write in my mothers bday card. Happy birthday. Please stop having sex with the door open.
I wish my bank account would intervene on my life choices.. $200+ in alcohol in 2 weeks and a $40 McDonald's bill is a cry for help.
My gut feeling that we had reached a new level of intimacy last night was confirmed early this morning when you sleep farted on penis.
I feel like the only way to get him to stop is by telling him i'm tired from fucking our other friend every night this week
I can't get over how you look like his sister and he wants to fuck you.
I walk in and my mom has a Christian workout program playing. It's like, gospel music with an "electronic" beat to go with it. And then they try to save your soul at the end. I hate being home.
LinkedIn just suggested I might know the guy I caught my wife fucking.
He left his boxers here. Can I keep them and make a shrine or would that be creepy?
Ugh he's so pretty though. He bit my face at the bar because I tried to steal his ID and I forgave him
God I need to stop before there's a picture of my dick on my mom's phone.
If you go to Tinseltown tonight. First bathroom on the left, second stall. Avoid. It's still coming to terms with what I did to it.
Pencil dick carries the name proudly.
He was super stoned and then he compared doing meth to having anal sex and told me to "ride that cowboy." The cowboy being my ex.
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