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.
No one goes out in public like that, unless they do anal
he keeps his weed in a birkenstock shoe box. its like, we get it, youre from oregon.
Whatever is fine with me, as long as I am dressed in green and end up shitfaced.
she just uttered the sweetest sentence in the english language...my stripper friends are coming over
when the police officer said he was gonna take a picture of the car accident, you asked if you should pose on the hood
I'm so high I feel like I'm pedaling a bicycle but I'm laying on the couch. My body might be vibrating. I made soup.
Just spent the last 5 minutes laughing at my epipen. i think i'm too high.
She is just sitting by the bathroom like a little puppy waiting for a knight in shining armor to take her in there to fuck her. New low?
Taking my infected piercing out in the parking lot of the food card place. This is one of those life defining moments that makes me sad.
I have a new game. It's called "how weird can you act before a guy won't fuck you". I've deducted most guys are willing even if you're batshit insane.
It got messy; I did a shot of seamonkeys.
Well, while we went through airport security, I found out Mom got her clit pierced, so there's that.
There's a rash on my genitals that would like a word with you.
I'm still drunk, my mom is throwing up, and there is a random Irish guy out getting our house breakfast right now. Wednesday's are my bitch.
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