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.
Im rethinking drunk tuesdays. Also rethinking ovaries.
know what turns me on? long, stringy hair on a pasty looking girl with an overstuffed backpack and kneepads over her jeans in case she falls off her scooter
your less of a man for seeing that
We planned for the zombie apocalypse. In great detail. Of course there was booze involved.
The bouncer said he wanted to but BBQ sauce on my legs. That Mystic tan has already paid for itself.
Selling Girl Scout Cookies outside bars for higher than retail value has got to be the most profitable idea. Ever.
On a side note I think I burnt my eyebrow when we "teter-totered" into the fire
I can coach you back to consumption. Think of it kinda like Rocky II.
Tried to dodge fire in poncho. Fell through fence. Blood everywhere.
Imma do me. And by that, I mean I'm going to walk across campus still drunk at 9am on a Tuesday.
I just love it. It's warm and soft and the rest of the world is so mean. My bed would never be mean to me
So is it your turn now to pretend like dating someone else would stop us from fucking?
Ok you had this coming you put a sponsored filter on a dick pic
I'll seduce him with my charm, after all, I am a graceful swan.
More like a demented cow.
the fact that I can still put my shoes on is a testament to the fact that I can outdrink these bros
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