Stop it. Stop flirting with me. Stop making me wish I was unattached. I am thirty-fucking-five years old, and you know it. You are 17. Every time I go

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Stop it. Stop flirting with me. Stop making me wish I was unattached. I am thirty-f******-five years old, and you know it. You are 17. Every time I go into that grocery store – with my two small children – you find a reason to take a break and come and talk to me. Yes, you are beautiful. Yes, I would f*** you in a minute if I could. But I can’t. You know I can’t. So please just stop. putting. ideas. in. my. head.

New Confession

I went to a house party for a friend’s birthday. I woke up the next morning alone, but naked in bed in a room I didn’t know. At the house of the party. I went to see a doctor. I was examined. I had s** in my v*****, also a*** s**, and oral s**. The residue was all the same man.

No one at the party remembers me going upstairs. My friend found me in bed asleep, and went to bed herself.

It continues to be a mystery. Someone had s** with me.

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Does anyone here know Clark Thomas Hallisey? I’m an old friend of his, my name is Jermaine Johnson (my friends call me Jizzle Jermaine). CT sometimes goes by The Hallisonian or the Vanilla Gorilla.

Honestly he has a great backpussy and I miss busting off on him.