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.
We're like two naked peas in a sex pod.
My scrabble letters just formed failure. Thanks God.
She got subburned last week and her bikini ties in the middle...when I took off her shirt, there was a sunburned bow between her boobs. Like a present. Happy birthday to me!
i think im the only person who makes thank you cards for their drug dealer
Sudue. BIG CUP LOTS OF NOMNOMD TUOSPY
Witnessing a crazy lady on the bus screaming about how romney is one of the four horsemen of the apocalypse.
You sprinted into the side of a parked car
we're all going for beer and wings at 7. inflate your girlfriend and bring her along too.
Well, it's a fine line between people-watching and boob-staring. It's a gray area. But we're in Paris. Let's leave it at that.
We discussed how many times we've passed out during sex. The answers may shock you.
What's the plan?
Not sure. I think I'll take a dump on his windshield.
For future reference: bathtub full of cheeseburgers = win.
I'm alone, 3 beers in, and cutting tshirts into belly tops.
Dude, I just masturbated with my cat sleeping on my boobs....
You have GOT to get this crazy cat lady thing under control. I'm finding you a man. And you'll take him, and thank me. After that text, you have no right to be picky.
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