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.
It smells like weed.
We are in Boulder, Everything smells like weed.
its summer. and we all know college gfs do not count in summer.
college gfs dont count ever. theyre like getting corn rows in jamaica. you feel cool at the time. then you go home and people make fun of you.
I wonder if all of the nights I blacked out will be revealed to me when I die. Have you ever thought about that?
When I unzipped my pants I said "Release the Cracken"... she dug it so we're getting married soon.
I found a picture of my kindergarten class. Now you can see whose peer pressure I succumbed to.
i just bought plan b at the bus station. happy holidays and welcome to a new level of white trashiness.
I've got my laundry in the car, tonights 1 night stand pre-req is an in suite washer and dryer. Let's do this!
I'll still trying to understand the context of your "punch her with my cock" comment.
lit a joint with my parents wedding matches today, this is what happens when you're out of lighter fluid. didnt even feel guilty.
you're avoiding the subject, i want to know how you ended up at the strip club with the dog, fucker
So, were they human bite marks at least?
Your guess is as good as mine.
I walked out in my coconut bra, and that's when it all went downhill.
Fuck you and your widespread penis snapchat
First walk of shame in 18 years. Divorce is going well.
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