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.
If she didn't want me to pass out in her bathroom, then she shouldn't have such a furry rug in there
Iced coffee. Banana. Two dumps. Life is good.
ive decided theres a fine line between accepting money for sex and letting someone buy you late night taco bell and knowing that if he hadnt you wouldnt be in his bed right now
I'm trapped in whichever ring of hell is populated by inbred yokels and type 2 diabetes.
he let me duct tape his mouth because i said it was my fetish, i really just wanted him to shut up
HOW DID U BEAT A GAY GUY IN GAY CHICKEN?
and when he finished he handed me a baby wipe so i could clean up. i'm ok with the fact that he has kids, but not sure how to react to this.
So not only did team sweden fail to particpate in any drinking game but i also found puke in my viking helmet this morning.
P.S. The slutty NASCAR driver costume will be saved and used year round for role play.
not sure if I should be concerned that my brother just stormed into my room and looked at me with a serious face and said, "I'm a peacock, you have to let me fly." oh, vicodin...
The dominatrix coworker is currently listening to pop music that has been translated into an Irish dialect and sung by high school kids. Every day gets weirder here.
I hate the cold months. Everybody starts hibernating and I start talking to guys I would never normally talk to. You have a drug habit and no license? Perfect candidate for a boyfriend...
She was riding me and giving me score updates to the basketball game at the same time..... Shes a keeper
Is it just me or is it like a girl gets married and all of a sudden she’s a “blogger”?
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