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.
i'd like someone to explain to me why my clothes are all sticky. including my fanny pack. yes, this is a mass text.
angela screamed across the room SHES A CHAMP when i told the pharmacist plan b doesnt make me throw up
i used the pictures of vaginas in your biology book to jack off.
dude, I just walked in on your little brother changing clothes...I'm ashamed to say I noticed, but that kid has as MASSIVE cock...
Yeah...we all know. it's the elephant in the room at family gatherings.
that is a frighteningly accurate metaphor for it.
i wont go near him until the smell goes away , and he takes the chex mix box off his head.
I ended up taking shots of whiskey and chasing them with potato wedges, I have never felt more Irish
from the looks of the bare footprints in the snow it looks like i was dancing in circles which explains the frozen puke
God damn him and his understanding ways and little hip muscle things.
Just saw the guy I slept with last night in a bar. He gave me a high five and kept moving
So yes we had an orgy last night and I sucked your tits while you fucked my husband but I am weird about sharing my toothbrush.
When you wake up with a bow tie and mustache drawn on your penis, you know you had a good night.
I have his gate key so know he has to see me again.
at that point, I wouldn't blame you because I'd be so ashamed I couldnt even have sex with myself.
Is it bad that if I found out I couldn't have kids I'd be more pissed that I've been using unnecessary condoms than the fact that I'll never be a mother?
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