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.
Is it wierd that you're going to be my best man and you've fucked my wife?
He was streaking. We were hammered. We had roman candles. It only made sense to shoot them at him.
Plotting your own moral demise should not be this fun
His rich uncle has six months to live. I feel pregnant.
Voted patient of the month again at the urgent care. I need to rethink my life choices.
Her inability to understand the word "moderation" is the achille's heel of an otherwise perfect human
I think i smell like relationship. That's my problem.
You told the cop at mobil to keep it real and look both ways before crossing the street.
Really? And is this the kinda party we talked about earlier?
Yup. It's just me crying in a closet eating soup
And I wasn't prepared because its been a very long and lonely season and I wasn't expecting to find dick at Press Box trivia night....
There are some things you can ever unsee. And walking in on your dad jerking off is one of those things.
she opened a can of olives, drained the juice and poured ranch dressing in. oh and 'croutons' (saltines) on top...
In other news, the one guy I DIDN'T have sex with in High School is now famous.
I feel like we'd have a lot of fun being drunk at a dog show.
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