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.
.....so he has a son. Josh. That is not his roommate
just gave a yankee's fan wrong directions to Fenway....welcome to boston asshole
Just disregard the tooth in the plastic bag in the fridge.
I'm having Vietnam flashbacks. This Kid I hooked up with is speaking in class and I keep experiencing the terror.
She's cute, but batshit. Like some kind of dominatrix disney princess.
Blonde girl lying face-down, passed out next to my bed, walls are covered in guacamole. College is looking excellent.
He said that he doesn't like skittles. This relationship is over an it hasn't even started yet.
The fact that me being able to walk down stairs is an accomplishment in my books pretty much explains how I am
Keywords: shitstorm, police, jail.
i'm not drunk or reckless enough to have you track my every fucking move. I AM AN ADULT
of course the one day I come to class high we have guest speakers from the police department... Just my luck
I know you won't see this for awhile, but I had to tell somebody, and you're like the only person who won't judge me for having an accidental erotic encounter with General Tso's chicken.
Sorry I missed your birthday party. I caught a dick and rode it to O-Town
Maybe I’ll just go to the party as myself
What, a homewrecker?
Touché
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