The thing is though is that I’m 25, and I have enough money to buy any piece of Ikea furniture I want or any of the sweet gaming chairs that vibrate all crazy when you get shot and I can even order pizza — hell, three pizzas — whenever I feel like it because I’m absolutely killing it every day.
I will not be disclosing my name or where I wrote it, for obvious reasons… so please don’t ask.
The more we shame her, the bigger she gets. At this rate, she’ll be the biggest “slut” we’ve ever seen.
After I began clawing at his leg he let up, asking, “why do you deserve pleasure?”
Here’s some advice for all of the post-graduates who “don’t know what they’re doing with their lives,” why don’t you move to Detroit and buy a Victorian mansion for five hundred dollars?