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.
Just had to open a tuna can with a spoon. Gave me a sense of hunting for my own food.
It was like little house on the drunk prairie.
Listen, i'm watching playoff hockey and eating waffles. i just don't have time for your drama today.
Just found a 7-11 receipt for new years eve at 1:30 am apparently we felt the need to buy three jars of pickles and a gallon of milk does this ring any bells?
I really can't get over how proud I am of all us getting laid at the same time in the same apartment
i was driving around baked, windows down jamming to third eye blind and eating grapes for 35 minutes before i remembered why i left my house
I want to break up with him.....but he has a george forman grill...like I need that
All i remember about last night is holding a bottle of bacardi and screaming challenge accepted!
Who knew there were so many rules and judgements about laying on a kitchen floor. I'm all like I'm resting. It just happens to be on a kitchen floor.
No just a slight sexual miscommunication which led to a little (lot) vomiting by one party and a bruised sternum on the other party involved.
I can't even make a guess how that goes.
Nothing says I love you as your fiancé bringing back home your drunk brother from his own stag party
I wish I knew the extent of my injuries before I climbed over the fence. Might have avoided the need to purchase a cupholder for my wheelchair.
We're going to ride the bus of mixed signals all the way to unrequited love town and that's where I'm going to live my life and then die.
well you're talking to a woman who had glorious sex less than 24 hrs ago so my opinion is biased.
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