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.
Apparently they want to see what I've been working on for the last three months. Can I just hand them a bunch of empty fifths?
We have to go find her fucking car. She came home from a 80 dollar cab ride, no shoes, and all she remembers is its at a burger king on a street with an H in it
you called her butter tits and then threw up in your cup. i dont know if theres any way to come back from that
Don't blame me for eating all the ham.. I gave it out to people, so at most I'm guilty of ham distribution
don't let me wipe my vag with a dirty leaf outside of mcdonalds ever again.
My mom is currently out with her lesbian friends and I'm home alone drunk listening to the Les Miserables soundtrack. WHY DO I FEEL THE NEED TO COMPETE WITH HER?
THIS IS A TERRIBLE REWARD FOR NOT GETTING PREGNANT.
There is a Victoria's Secret pageant on right now with Taylor Swift singing in lingerie. I didn't know a penis could get this erect.
Nothing can teach you regret more efficiently than a wine hangover.
All I want is dick and wine.
I'm bleeding and intoxicated as I'm walking to my final right now. Wish me luck
I'm doing my drinking workout. 20 pushups for each beer I finish. I should write a fucking book
Like Napoleon Dynamite?
Exactly like Napoleon Dynamite
But with bacon.
It's like Guy Diamond blew glitter into my vagina.
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