you're like the ceasar milan of boners... you understand them on a different level.
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.
I just had a flashback of me saying "I'm not ready to be a deadbeat mom" lastnight.
i'm not accepting baked goods from anyone for awhile. especially after the stalker pie.
She called picking up at 2pm a matinee drug deal.
Are we playing "how much awkwardness can we fit in the final 29 hours of 2011"?
yes yes we are. Go do something with super glue. i don't want to win.
You're always so generous when it comes to your dick.
We're all just looking at each other quietly, hoping that no one brings up last nights shenanigans.
Nothing says "I'm sorry for shitting in your bed" like an Olive Garden gift card
I still judge her for aggressively trying to get coke from my date but pretty cool that she's a black belt
Just remembered that I got laid thanks to my glow in the dark Batman belt buckle. Need to wear it more often.
So I missed the eclipse because I was masturbating.
Guys I ate pizza off the fucking ground of the cab. I am the worst type of person
Right now I'm laying face down on my carpet in my living room in the darkness sending work emails from my phone.
It's a glamorous life.
I almost suffocated in that mask but she kept calling me Jeremy so I kept it on.
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