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.
And my awkwardness continues. I felt the need to send him a text that said roar. I did it.
All we had was a keg so we played edward nalgene-hands
I feel like I'm in a bed a bagels and mistakes.
i also performed surgery on a chicken burrito from what i can tell from my scissors
It's Friday afternoon and I'm drunk. This is how I cope.
I woke up this morning with a wristband and I thought I went to the hospital last night I actually went ice skating instead
Charles Darwin would shit his pants if he saw that we managed to survive that weekend.
Trial is expected to last a fucking week if I get chosen.
To be fair, you are the kind of person I want to be on the jury when I inevitably end up in front of one.
I decided staying home, watching porn and masterbating was a much better choice than the gym. And I was right.
He smells like cinnamon, and what I imagine to be orgasms
had a nice chat with the older gay fellow who works in the bakery at the new vons about vday...we both feel that it's a day of dashed expectations & concerns that we'll have to be cut out of our spanx
You drunk? Cause I have a terrible idea...
Hun your dick isn't big enough for you to be that lame and predictable
On a scale from 1 to total dick, how inappropriate is it to pick your boyfriend up from rehab with a hangover?
Randomize
