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 feel like someone was just looking at my memory and took out an eraser and was like "nope he doesnt need that"
today is monday, i feel like we should do something illegal
You may or may not of thrown up on your shoes, and you tried to give me a wet willy in my eye.
I remember three things: you falling down an entire flight of stairs, me stripping out of your Christmas one-sie to do cartwheels in my underwear, and people standing above me saying, "where did that bump on her head come from?"
Also, I was told I kept the antlers on the entire time. I'm deeming last night a success.
We don't watch enough power rangers
I woke up in a tow truck cuddling plan b. Can you pick me up?
I FINALLY GET TO MASTURBATE. SO EXCITED.
I threw up a lot of peanut butter last night.
I've just had two stress filled days in a row , I'm just going to shower and await your penis
Imma do four shots of whisky within two minutes and pass out. Otherwise this'll go badly.
Sleeping with him wouldn't be considered hoeing out... It seems more like babysitting.
I love you, and I just washed my hair in my work sink with handsoap.
I am eating a fluff-a-nutter sandwich at the gym right now. I brought vodka too.
Your vagina must be outstanding or have a secret entrance to Narnia if someone is will to fly from Texas for one night of it.
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