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.
I can't get into him, he looks really young. I'd feel like I was blowing the Gerber baby.
And by the way, how is me getting head even remotely comparable to you fucking 3 guys?
so...he totally just used scissors to cut up the weed. a wet paper towel to moisten the blunt....and a blow dryer so it wouldn't be wet. this dude either has the worst case of OCD or has the potential to be the next martha stewart.
And I can taste the vodka through my ears. Good god.
I can't find the keys to get out of my front door, there are random socks in my bicycle basket and I can see a plastic handle of cheap vodka sitting on my porch. oh, and my head just broke u with me.
in case you were wondering, even a BJ under a blanket on the back of a bus only lifts a 14-hour bus ride to borderline tolerable.
We fucked like animals and then decided we actually liked each other so then we made love. It's a match made in heaven.
I decided to let him keep the rest of my good weed as an "I'm sorry for being a drunk ass ho" consolation prize.
I need two food groups: booze and turkey sandwiches
Far be it from me to tell you where you store your dildos but from an interior decorating standpoint not fucking there
this strobe light makes my body turn on and off
yeah i ran into him at the bar at 11pm. he started talking about engineering and the next thing i know it's 4am and i'm naked on top of him.
Sent. All. My. Texts. Like. This. Last. Night. Thank. You. Weed. Also. Had. A. Dream. About. A. Serial. Killer. That. Killed. Everyone. Except. Me. And.
He ate me out on the front lawn of the post office. The people in the office across the road definitely got a show!
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