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.
here I sit at Southern Illinois' finest pubs and I thought I heard your laugh. I was sadly astonished to turn and find a midget cracking herself up reading the label on her can of chewing tobacco...
Last night I apparently send my boss a picutre of my boobs. On the bonus part I got a raise today. So I just want to thank your parents for naming you Jeff cuz if I was not so hammered last night I would have sent it to the right one.
I've made out with men from every corner of the globe. Sex-wise, I've almost conquered europe. Take that napoleon
If that really is brett favre's penis, no wonder she ignored his calls
I'll just get wasted and start throwing myself at men. Someone's bound to take the bait
We were fucking on his hammock and right as he came we flipped over. I landed on him, he landed on a pile of pinecones. We're done with nature sex.
Now all we have to do is pretend we haven't seen each other naked. Work tomorrow is going to be FUN.
Remind me again why sleeping with a coworker and his wife would be a terrible idea.
There is a 90 percent chance I threw up in a mailbox last night....
I specifically remember rubbing my eyes thinking I could definitely go blind and I really like came to terms with it I was like ok my other senses will develop this is fine
don't bring your nerd jargon into this conversation about my naked body
She can't even plan ahead to have toilet paper for her next shit
We figured you were on something when you said that your nipples couldn't hear the music.
shes rolling around in the floor yelling my vagina hates me
Randomize
