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.
His idea of a romantic evening was shotgunning Keystones. What a keeper.
The walk of shame is far, far worse on crutches.
i'm sorry for cheering you on when you were making out with him. i was just celebrating the fact he was decent looking for once
the cops didn't wanna shut the tailgate down but the strippers weren't allowed to take money without a license or somthing
Hes still mad that I left the room mid-hookup to go get a pickle from the fridge.
You know I told you about that hammering at 3 AM yesterday? Turns out it was Holly beating the lock out of her door with a mallet because she'd forgotten her keys.
Doesn't she keep a spare?
Drunk Holly doesn't listen to Sober Holly's plans.
I want him to rummage through my vagina. with unwashed hands.
i am one fart away from being 2 for 2 on this whole shitting my pants thing.
I can't remember if I puked before or after the shots of absinthe. Or why I thought shots of absinthe was a good idea.
I need to pull it together. I just cried my eyes out to Master Chef Junior.
i almost threw up on his dick. its like icarus, flew too close to the sun. except the sun is his dick and my throat was icarus
I CLEANED MY BATHROOM FOR YOU!! betrayal
Nobody's dick fell into my mouth tonight
I woke up and there was a huge blow up palm tree in my bed...
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