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.
its like my vagina has this homing beacon out to all the guys saying "come find me, i havent been shaved in weeks"
I think i'm just gonna start shot-gunning everything that comes in can form.
when i came out to my mom, it was over brunch. i was eating a banana. not exactly my smartest breakfast choice.
Well someone named our apartment "the eiffel tower" on facebook check-in so I think they know..
my stepmom is let-the-dog-eat-out-of-her-mouth drunk. oh my god.
Also, I don't remember opening my gifts from my family. It was cool when I woke up with a new ihome.
You just handed me your ATM card and wrote your PIN number on a dollar bill and said "for bail money."
sleeping in bed with your booty calls married sister...you're the stuff heroes are made of.
He bought you footie pajamas. Shit's pretty serious.
do you ever look at a card in your wallet and reminisce about all of the drugs youve done with it?
Oh? I just remember dropping coins and trying to give the manager change to let me back into the bar.
There's tequila in my general area. Please pray for me.
I appreciate your acceptance of my lack of morals
I don't want my vagina anymore.
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