And now I'm afraid that I'm a pornographic eater.
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.
Lol speaking of weird...he just sent me a naked pic of himself that said "meow" at the bottom.
Now he's talking about how he's writing in a journal because he doesn't remember "his thought patterns when he was in elementary and that's distressing". I'm walking home. Fuck this.
Please fuck him. And then let me tell her. And then let me protect you from the knife she pulls from her Ed Hardy purse. Please.
he called you a drunk bob the builder and you proceeded to explain how you were going to build ramps throughout the house
You never did explain why you were in wal-mart with a wok full of popcorn.
My clit ring got caught in his beard. Never. Again.
How do I politely say my vagina is not a chew toy and if you bite me again I will slap you?
You could say take it easy, whoa there, be gentle, anything that doesn't fully convey the horror.
I did something similar high once. I stopped like 30 feet in front of a stop sign because I felt like it was running towards me and I started crying. Got out my car and hugged it and told it not to run away people need it.
Pro: Drunk Portland Strip Club. Con: Monday morning hangover at work. Pro: boobs. Con: Sleep deprivation. The Pro's are winning.
I would agree. Add some coffee to the booze. It will cut down on sleep deprivation.
I love this text stream: discussing the development of a business model centered around cooking acid to bankroll a yacht trip in Croatia
So... I may have accidentally just sat on a strip of a home waxing kit.. naked... Assistance is definitely needed....
Should I apologize for the loud sex I had in his living room? Because I'm not going to.
Definitely not.
100000% expect a picture of my ass in them
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