Are you fucking kidding me. Half the staff is gone and they kept the one who wrote about washing her vag daily?
There is literally no hope. No wonder Grandex is going to shit.
The lighting where the picture was taken doesn’t matter, I’ve seen the dress one way, scrolled through the rest of the article/news feed/whatever I’m looking at, scrolled back up and it’s been the opposite.
Coming from someone with serious daddy issues, I feel the need to share that when I, and I assume anyone who uses the term during sex, call my partner “daddy” it’s all about handing over complete control. Making yourself vulnerable. In no way, shape, or form am I relating you to my actual father.
If you miss it, go back to it? As long as you did it safely (protection, yo) nobody can (or should) dictate how you live your life. Let the slut-shamers sit at home in all of their prudish, horny, unsatisfied glory while you live your life.
Are you fucking kidding me. Half the staff is gone and they kept the one who wrote about washing her vag daily?
There is literally no hope. No wonder Grandex is going to shit.
*can’t be anything*
*can’t not dress up*
GTFO and let me wear my tutu in peace.
The lighting where the picture was taken doesn’t matter, I’ve seen the dress one way, scrolled through the rest of the article/news feed/whatever I’m looking at, scrolled back up and it’s been the opposite.
That sounds harsh, but let’s be real guys, he has a snowball’s chance in hell. Quit blessing her heart for stating the obvious.
I mean, I also still believe that becoming the queen of some foreign nation is a viable option in my life.
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But I’m gonna take a guess and say chill.
“Back to focusing on more important things like what time to go to happy hour tonight” Gold.
“To let your inner judge mental bitch free” lol you guys think I’m terrible on TSM. Tinder is where the real fun is had.
Are you new here? I’ve made it very clear that I know what this website is.
Why does all the weird shit happen in Florida?
Oh thank God you mentioned it, I hadn’t noticed.
Blah blah blah, I was a slut freshman year, humble-brag about boys not being able to get enough of me, blah blah blah.
This was dumb as fuck.
This is every home game at my school. Haven’t won a title in years, but goddam our football season is a fucking lifestyle.
At least you used to have to work a little bit to be a cheater. Now there’s an app that does the hard part for you. What a time to be alive. Fuckers.
While I think some of your pieces make you sound like an entitled bitch, this was pure gold and is exactly what this website needs. Keep it up.
Did the “at least that’s what a guy told me” right after it not give it away as a joke?
It’s in words and I love it. So much is just left completely unsaid and unknown in the almost relationships.
Coming from someone with serious daddy issues, I feel the need to share that when I, and I assume anyone who uses the term during sex, call my partner “daddy” it’s all about handing over complete control. Making yourself vulnerable. In no way, shape, or form am I relating you to my actual father.
I have long and thick eyelashes naturally, but I swear by coconut oil.
If you miss it, go back to it? As long as you did it safely (protection, yo) nobody can (or should) dictate how you live your life. Let the slut-shamers sit at home in all of their prudish, horny, unsatisfied glory while you live your life.