I puked in a mailbox on the way back from your house.
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.
hows the party?
ists fjcssing insceredle
be there in 10
He's coming over, and I hope he doesn't get hungry. I'm sure its not proper protocol to bring one booty call to another booty call's house for the munchies.
This is God's way of telling me He loves me and wants me to be a cocktease.
Go forth my daughter and give blue balls to all who may gaze upon your tits.
That was the apt with beer in the juice and the floor caving in. Don't go.
When he sent me a picture, I swear my vag frowned. That tiny.
Every bar we ever go to has a woman there who hates him. Getting so much vagina has never seemed so not glorious
Dear me: Drinking & crying tonight, my place, 9pm sharp. Love, your life
You told your mom that it was your second day sober. I think she believed it until you jumped off the balcony
I am going to MURDER whoever gave him my phone number but it was probably drunk me so I'm conflicted.
I found her outside drinking steak sauce out of the bottle.
Coffee and girl scout cookies. Breakfast of champions.
Get fucked.
In other news there's 12 shirtless Korean dudes all trying to jump on a tiny little trampoline so that's entertaining
I didn't expect the hobit to have that much sexual tension.
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