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.
White boys cant dance....we did an empirical study
This is like a relationship, I expect to be mind blown at least once a week.
It's just one of those nights that , as long as you have the drugs, everything is going to be alright.
You could make a naked club. One member, you. One president, you.
There is a BIG difference between doing coke and getting peed on and getting peed on FOR coke
Dunno. My heart says "no", my brain says "maybe" and my dick says "YES YES FOR THE LOVE OF GOD YES!!"
At first I was nervous about leaving him my undergraduate legacy, but apparently he made out with lesbians, woke up with hickeys and a different shirt. My family name will survive.
I wore my Gollum shirt. It struck up a conversation AND got him staring at my boobs. That's a win-win.
But you put your finger in my ass and the rest is history
I responded with revoking his blow job privileges. Needless to say, he's learned his lesson.
Normal people find beers in their gym bag, right?
My boobs weigh the same amount as 25 pancakes
We are never doing shots of gin. Never again.
I'm pretty sure that's exactly what we're doing.
Is there a sexuality term for 'only wants hatefucks'?
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