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 morning i woke up with my panties on and i knew where i was. success.
Your kinda stuck between a rock and his hard dick on this one..
Keep in mind that he's 43, unemployed and living with his parents. There's really not much we could do to make his life worse.
Oh, and thanks to you. I'm now stuck in the living room, held hostage, listening to my roommate's "How I discovered I was bi" story. FUCK YOU.
Thanks for buying me a sippy cup, its so pretty and everyone keeps telling me its probably the best gift anyone could have given me
I deem it safe for us to drink together again.
They dropped the charges?
Yeppers. Come drink beers.
we couldn't find any funnels so we taped a spaghetti strainer to a pool noodle and it worked fairly well
You just kept walking around saying "my brain is soup" then sat on the kitchen counter washing your feet. You bit the guy that tried to help you down
He came up behind me making dolphin noises in my ear when I noticed a collection of hors d'ouevres from the reception earlier in his jacket pocket
I will never doubt you again...he IS perfect for you
He either works for the Irish Mob or I'm being Catfished
She curled up in the corner, screamed "THE BLANKET IS SO WARM" and promptly passed out with her face in the dogbed. No one bothered to reposition her.
we were having a conversation about big dicks and the chick at the table beside us turned to us said "me and my boyfriend just broke up a few days ago. Could you please NOT talk about big dicks"
I need to learn how to not be a fucking liability
I still have that dildo-suction bruise on my forehead and this sweater STILL smells like my Christmas Eve vomit.
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