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'm blazed at jack in the box and my order number is 420. I wish everything in the world made this much sense.
Her life must suck. All she's got is "Miss Shamrock" WHICH SHE LOST!
You tried to tip the paramedic for finding you.
You tried to poop in the sink last night.
Freshman ate returning to campus. Let Operation Slut Storm commence.
he told me to hold it and try to write my name in the snow and it seemed like a bonding moment because neither one of us had ever done that before. i didn't anticipate it vibrating and weirding me out therefore making me let go and get my hand peed on.
this st patricks day sucks
ill send jameson via bank tube 150+ miles
Remind me in the morning that I've now seen a guy do crack. That actually happened. I'm at the wrong party.
I just wrote a love letter to my weed and texted it to my cousin. I can't say it any differently. It happened.
we will now reference it as "the infamous double dick night"
It's almost sad. It's like the Harambe of vagina stories really.
He drove me to my therapist appointment because I was too drunk to drive. Total keeper.
I just saw your mom take a body shot off an undergrad, please tell me you're somewhere near by.
Pooping in a box is not fun. You're not a cat.
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