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.
this is a mass text to all the people i smoke weed with. I have Mono, so if we've shared a bong/pipe. sorry man.
It's an open bar on a yacht... I'm going to drown.
You drunk invited us to do an intervention for you.
all i remember of last night is that i was drinking jameson and then NOTHING i do remember walking a dog though\nwhich is sooo fucking weird
OH MY GOD ITS COMING BACK I PUT THE DOG IN THE HOTTUB TOO
You picked up her frozen vom puddle and threw it like a frisbee.
So was I the only one that was competing in the whale hunt?
Finished sriting an apology letter to my liver 2 weeks before st. Patricks game on
Oh, and also, a couple of straight girls showed up. But they ran away.
it was fucking weird. cops showed up but they appreciated our 3 story bong. and then some girl tried to steal our cheese and butter
Besides. I don't even really like sex because it feels great. I like it because for thirty minutes I own that guys ass.
The waitress asked if you wanted white or brown, and you said "Isn't it all the same color when it's toasted?". She stared at you for about 20 seconds before she decided that you weren't fucking with her.
There's cereal in my underwear. Was I in your apartment at any time last night? That's the only logical explanation for this.
I'm just like... Utterly amazed that we're still alive at this point. Who'da thunk it....
Guy from the bar last night left his number on my waterbill on the counter, at the bottom he put don't forget I can hook you up at Little Caesars I work their part time.
You sure know how to pick em.
Randomize
