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.
There's a girl here with sideburns. I gave her your number, you can thank me later.
he was in the bathroom singing "will it floooaaat?? will it floooaaat?!" turns out that's a deal breaker for me.
there are so many fish in the see you have left to fuck
I feel like my chances would have been better if I hadn't told her "I need to fuck you before you leave."
Instead of sending me a picture of his dick, he sent me a drawing of it on drawsomething. This game is getting out of control.
REALLY should have cleaned under my bed before I had my parents come help me pack...things my parents just found: several condoms and a bottle of lube. My mom when she found a condom: "ooo ribbed. Laura's a lucky girl"
You could make a naked club. One member, you. One president, you.
I have a LOT of reasons to worry about radical feminists taking my lady balls, frankly. A lot.
Your smile makes me feel like I'm frolicking through a field of gummy bears.
He's in grad school at Harvard. I suppose that means my vagina is now smarter than I am.
You, me, naked, mistletoe, fifth of jack, gallon of lube, condoms, Cheetos, handcuffs, rope, along with no morals, inhibition or judgment. That's all I want for Christmas.
My parents are paying for my knee surgery for my birthday. What costume will look good on crutches for my Halloween Birthday?
Welcome to adulthood.
This place is a maelstrom of dicks.
I mean as in stuck up bastards, not actual, desirable male genitalia. My point is, come pick me up fast, please!
You really need to not quote Anchorman while I'm giving you a serious blowjob.
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