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.
Every single piece. I examined every single square inch of this peanut butter and jelly sandwich. and fell in love with every inch. that high.
He was like a Bill Nye the science guy of sex....he was telling me things about my clitoris that I didn't even know
he yelled at me for calling the fat girl fat. if I can't call out fat girls to my brother who do i have?
It's been two weeks and I still have carpet burns on my knees. Well done.
Let's play a little game of "Last Night Never Happened"
Why is there a chicken nugget nailed to my front door?
I mean you can't really blame him. He's named after whiskey and I don't get along with pants.
Honest opinion...too aggressive to bring the funnel out to the bar? Also just so you know im at the bar. with the funnel.
Imagine getting a FB inbox "hey I found your ID on the floor of a bar can you send me a mugshot so I can get a second piece of ID made?"
He ripped off my pantyhose and all I could think was, "oh no those were clinic-appropriate!" That's what I get for ditching a continuing education meeting to go hook up with my scuba instructor.
You think he will forgive me for the paper being a week late if I bring him a beer?
...it's a 9am class...
Today I had sex and flossed at the same time. My relationship goals have been exceeded.
I'd just like to take a moment now to apologize sincerely for getting drunk and making an as of myself at your Christmas party next week. I'm especially sorry for sleeping with your baby sister.
wow. that really looks like a penis. not a top hat
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