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 just farted in the library and heard some girl yell it was sulfur gas. can. not. move.
Well.. considering he unknowingly dated a prostitute, I consider myself the winner in that break up.
his mom walked in, looked at me, sighed n nsaid 'when are u gonna learn' n walked out
Sad news: I might have to institute a "once-per-day" policy on getting trashed downtown. Sorry, reputation.
She said, and I quote "how do you run with something that big between your legs".
I have to keep checking she's breathing. This is why we don't drink on Sundays
he ate me out on his front porch at dawn. i orgasmed when the sun began to rise. most romantic morning booty call ever.
I understand, but unless there is an intervention for me being planned, i DON NOT want to talk about my life choices
You missed the winter stoner olympics last night....I got the gold in blunt rolling
I'm going to need to invest in some knee pads if I keep having nights like tonight
he's a mother fucking interior design major!! we boned and fell asleep and now we're laying in bed discussing what color i should paint my room. i'm marrying him
I hate that I still want him to look at me as the vagina that got away.
In my life time, I want nothing more than to get a blow job while watching Space Jam.
i could have got laid, but instead, i threw up in her hair. you can cross that off the bucket list.
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