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.
watching hot guy on train scrolling with his blackberry's track ball... o to be that track ball...
I'm surrounded by too many unhungover people.
Just checked my bank account while shitting blood. Neither action felt good when I was done.
she was like the girl next door.. if you lived next door to a whorehouse
well considering we left the bathroom with the mirror off the wall, a bloody nose, and clothes all messed up they assume im just a coke whore now..
I think it says something about my life when I start picking up girls while im in rehab. And I don't think it's good.
Until this weekend, a man hadn't made me orgasm since the night Obama was elected. Now THAT is change I can believe in.
I woke up in a tutu and topless. How was your night?
I took a cab from the club to the grocery store. I needed peanut butter.
There's a website where you can order a pile of horse shit to be dropped on a persons doorstep. So that's another option.
it's the amount of time you spend on preventing me from puking that really cements this friendship
When the sex is so good, you need three fans and have to chug a gallon of water after
I told the cops they couldn't arrest me until they found my shoe. Now I have the grant county cops looking for my heels by the rail road tracks.
I was running because his wife invited me to join them on their kinky Vegas weekend. Crossing state lines is too much commitment for me.
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