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.
Took it a bit far last night. While leaving his house, I sent myself a text that said, 'you're still pretty"
Worst night here by far. And ive slipped in my own piss so thats saying something
In hindsight, the torn ligament in my knee is probably the fault of the ginbucket and jager bombs starting at 3pm. I guess I'll stop blaming it on you.
Someone got day drunk, but I'm not saying who.
It was me.
I think I'm still a little drunk from Sunday Funday and I just changed for a date in my car. wish me luck.
At least one of us had a weekend full of money and dick
I bet my lungs hate me more than my liver
That's a hard toss up
So now I'm lying here in bed taking notes from Teen Mom... I fucked up
Her ass is the reason I still believe in a higher power
Knowing how to carefully mix my vices has to be the #1 skill I've gotten from pharmacy school
I don't know what to do about my nipple.
I mean...he danced with his dick still inside of me. What more could a girl ask for?
I'm fucking camped out by the bathrooms. I think the poopatrator is in there. Wtf is my life
Almost an end to the saga.
He can move his dick. Like on its own. WHY DID I NOT GIVE BLOWJOBS BEFORE?!
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