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 dieting is killing me...just started drooling watching a dog food commercial
I rubbed one out into an envelope and mailed it to her. Game point, I win.
I shaved my legs finally. I am starting to remember what my skin feels like.
I just need you there to slap my dick when im flirting with her
There are walks of shame and then there are walks of what the hell is wrong with you.
He couldn't say anything coherently but shot off a perfectly timed "that's what she said" when michelle said he'd have to ride in the trunk because she didn't have enough room up front.
I give you the lube, you make me the mac and cheese, that's a pretty fair deal I think.
At the party. I feel like I just walked into a lifesize blunt.
Ya, because touching his brother's face for 20 minutes in front of him wasn't bad enough, I also threw up in his garden and stole like 10 of his shirts before I left. But I fed his dog, so it's okay.
You wouldnt be able to explain the can of green beans in my mailbox, would you?
Watching elf, eating a tub of ice cream, and coming to terms with the fact that I haven't had sex in 5 months. Happy fucking holidays.
Shotgunning beers to finish a midterm project at 3am is a good idea right?
In the ER with Chelz, I may have broken her ankle during sex. Lovely.
My apologies. I'll try not to let my dick interfere with official work duties in the future.
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