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 vagina smells like strawberry tangerine twist.
its not thanksgiving till you and grandpa shotgun beers out in the shed, and lose
P.S, i don't recommend doing keg stands on top of vehicles.
To sum up. The glass blower from the ren faire ate me out last night. Best ever. Go find yourself an artisan.
I'm about 95% it's a collapsed lung. Go big right?
Good news. That bum you thought that died is alive.
You kept sacrificing me last night. You would just yell out "Virgin Sacrifice!!" and then throw me into a circle of men.
she came into my car to rip lines with our blow dealer as I was writing my essay on anti drug policy, i call it on site research
I just found a grey hair. On my nipple. Fuck you too, Mother Nature.
I may have had several rum punches and then gone to the store and used European cucumbers to prove my baton twirling prowess.
I can still be you friend and be there for you. And sometimes get drunk and fuck you.
Don't judge me like that. At least the house is getting cleaned. If I have to drink and listen to Disney music on repeat for that to happen, so be it.
A real best friend would support the hoe in me. Not remind me of what happened the last time I slept with a boss
Accent: check. Hot body: check. 8" dick: check. Feeds me biscuits in bed after rampant sex: check. Should I continue with my "Why I'm not coming back to the States" List?
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