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.
apparently when i got back to tyler's i layed face down on the bed and yelled "don't hurt my asshole!"
My boss just gave me full permission to come into work wasted this weekend.
apparently breaking a beer bottle and then throwing up in a urinal is a terrible way to pick up girls.
I am soup sandwich. I have been at dAnce party
now that you've tased me I refuse to buy you flowers
I'm going to need a Jurassic park sized pooper scooper to deal with all this shit last night caused.
That happens a lot to the people around me. It's like I'm radioactive but instead of cancer, you get desensitized to the word cunt
I don't need to marry the guy. I just need some filthy, shameful wish fulfillment sex and then live out the rest of my life on the bean farm.
Yesterday we were fuck buddies and today I'm meeting his mom. That escalated quickly.
Everything is bullshit and I hate everyone
I'm trying to behave my vagina this week so I can at least pretend I'm honoring the sanctity of marriage
I HAVE A STRAIGHT LINE ACROSS MY ASS ABOUT THE WIDTH OF A SLIM JIM. ERICA!
our moms work together...I can just see the conversation now, hey your daughter ruined my sons marriage, that's probably how it will start.
I just remembered that I totally burped into someones mouth when we were making out. I was really smooth about it so he didn't notice.
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