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.
Do you think when graham bell invented the phone he ever thought that people would be using them to facebook on the shitter?
Get to the bar. Power hour leading up to the rapture.
If it's any consolation, I've been sitting in the hallway in assless chaps for the past thirty minutes
You were jumping on the trampoline and screaming that you couldn't feel the fire.
When I got up in the middle of the night, puked in his trash can, and snuck out the front door, I pretty sure he knew it was over.
Like some sort of pot growing robin hood.
The less money I spend on drugs, the happier my mom will be.
she tied the funnel to the fucking ceiling...
just saw a sign in the bar that says "no more naked fridays". Where the fuck was I on these naked fridays?
I may have had sex with him and told him we wasn't worth my time then went home and made mashed potatoes
I will forever remember this as The Great Jalepeno Cock Burn of 2014.
I despise everything about her. Except her tits.
Well I'm trying out this whole "not sleep with a stranger thing"
That's silly... just silly. And by silly I mean unrealistic.
The night got way more interesting after Jimmy started doing summersaults in front of the bar.
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