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.
Joe is yelling at the trees again.
he's going on about how he's going to treat me right and wants to let himself be in love with me and spend a lot of time together. kids these days. like its not about sex anymore. i'm confused.
wait a second... your telling me you want me to take you to the bank at 10 on a tuesday so you can buy a blow up pool and fill it with beer?
yes... and buy you lunch
It's like, I'm the official vagina for that DJ group
Let me start this apology by saying you were the finest piece of ass I ever had.
It's my coworker's last day party and I'm the one who ended up shitfaced on the train with half a bottle of belvedere in my bag.
I even got my dealer to make gluten free special cookies ;-)
I still think he fell and scraped his elbow and lost his credit card buying 8 hot chocolates for hobos
I climbed through his window to find him already with another booty call. This wouldn't have happened if I could upgrade from my 7th grade scooter to a real car.
…If I were you I wouldn't use that as part of your argument to your dad for a car
"I played a game called "how drunk can you get in a minute" last night. How was your Thursday?"
Googled 'how drunk am I' and it was NOT helpful
Our fake lesbian relationship is better than her real relationship. Bitch be jealous
Being high is definitely not the perfect addition to this family dinner. No. My grandma trips me the fuck out.
I have a lot of money, and no morals. shots on you when you get here.
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