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.
what kind of vibe do I give off that a guy i've never hung out with thinks its okay to send me a picture of his ball cleavage?
THE PICTURE OF PEPPERMINT MOCHA MADE ME WANT TO TOUCH MYSELF
I looked at her and said "I now pronounce you pumpkin tits"
I'm having post traumatic stress flashbacks of last night. That big. Don't know whether to call him again or change my name...
I'm partying with my neighbors right now, and by "with my neighbors" I mean they are partying in their backyard and I'm partying in mine, and by "partying" I mean I'm sitting here alone drinking tequila.
I smell like Captain Morgan and tears
Today my mom told me "that's what worries me about you getting blacked out drunk... You don't look pretty"
Dad was on the deck drinking straight bourbon. He stopped, puked on his feet, and then continued drinking and talking about compound interest.
Well, our assistant supervisor caught us on the back stairs...he invited us on a double date with his fiance and him. I guess our job approves of the relationship?
I had sex on a dinosaur comforter, tell me that does not define my life.
I woke up and my pants were in the kitchen but my shoes were next to my bed. Do the math...
I think I fucked someone on the flight home last night.
I've sent two unsolicited tit pictures in less than 24 hours. I'm the female version of a fuckboy.
I just spent 100$ at a sex shop to make myself feel better. And I signed you up to win 200$ so if you win, it's mine. And yes I'm serious.
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