last night I thought his shirt said yale... but this morning it definitely says old navy.
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.
We'll make it into fun. If I can make wii bowling into a drinking game, I can make studying spanish into a sex game.
I am too high to leave where I am...And they are listening to Stained. This is my living hell.
As i looked at his penis, it stared back into my soul. No more drinking games.
Lemme guess, I was the one completely shit faced making out with the 50 year old...
LOL, wrong number bro. Good luck trying to figure out what happened though..
I would say I'm the man in the relationship but I'm cuddled on the couch eating cake mix and water.
I don't think that calm, have their shit together people actually exist.
And tan into my neighbor in the elevator. She was going to the gym. I was covered in mascara and dog hair eating a hash brown
It all started with sending him a text about Spongebob. It escalated from there.
girl pulled up to the stop sign, got out, threw up all over my hood said happy thanksgiving then drove off
He put rainforest music on before we had sex I felt like I was in the Amazon
On my way to return shoes I bought so that I can afford to buy a pregnancy test. Is this adulthood?
I wasn't going to drink tonight, but was reminded this is the anniversary of prohibition being repealed. If I don't, then I am against my profession of bartending and anti-American, right?
Sorry you uh had to see that last night. That's the problem with open fields, no privacy...
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