you know what i hate about salt? you can't see it.
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.
my grandpa was trying to put butter into the pepsi and i'm like "grandpa what are you doing" and he looks down and goes "well i guess that wouldn't taste good anyway"
I would invite you but we are high and there is an AK-47. Not your scene.
I'm pretty sure this all started when I found a vibrator in my mom's sock drawer and had my first orgasm when I was ten...
I'm surrounded by 3 year olds in tutus. They are far too innocent to be within at least 500 ft of me.
she definitely blew him on the riverbank, some lady floated past and said "have some pride honey", amazingly awkward
I don't think my prof knows we've noticed her No Bra Fridays.
please come home... she's showing me videos of spanish parrots and is telling me about her dead cousin...
It's all good. Going back to my room to try and air out my balls.
This is not my bathroom and these are not my pants
We can't shop at Hobby Lobby anymore. They don't like Plan B which basically runs through our veins.
i can't even hate his new girlfriend cuz she survived a fucking brain tumor. like that's just not fair.
he's spending the night tonight. if i can walk straight tomorrow i'll be pissed.
So Blakes coming home... so if youre like fingerbanging the shit out of yourself on the kitchen table...wrap it up
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