Confirm your location. A cross street is best, but if google mapping yourself is your least-shameful option go for it. ps- going through his mail for an actual address is always an option.
90% of the problems in your life are directly related to your vagina
He's the biggest piece of shit to ever exist. He's not even wearing shoes.
you dialed the number "23" then talked to it for three minutes
I bought a zebra print bikini, I'm gonna be honest here- if he doesn't want to have sex with me in this, he's gay.
there was a trail of blood coming out of one of the bathroom stalls. thought of you
I mean... It's a win/win situation. I mentor the kid for an hour and then I get to fuck his mom. I know deep down I'm helping them both
Being at this stripclub only reinforces how single I am. And I was *just* becoming okay with that.
Considering how much money I just spent on slutty lingerie, it is totally appropriate for me to be plucking my nipple hair right now. Right?
I was ok with it until you started yelling " just the tip!" I know she's you gf but don't backseat drive the three-way.
Did you high five my face last night?
Yes. Yes I did.
We smoked a huge blunt and then laid in bed naked eating strawberry shortcake good humor bars. We have the perfect relationship.
If you're into enormous nipples, you should ask out my office's receptionist.
i swear every fucking time i plan a party, one of our "friends" holds their shit in all week just to punch one off into the master bathroom after i pass out. it's almost like that dump you would see in a port a potty.
yeah, last night we handcuffed you and you started crying saying that you weren't a bad person
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