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 puked in the cab and in my hair and he didnt even know
STOP SENDING ME DANCING JESUS FORWARDS.
The goblet must only be used for good. And vodka. And anything t-pain would be proud of.
I'm not sure...it could be the pasta I ate from her sink, the dominoes, or just the alcohol. Or a wicked combination of all 3.
I just had to tell her that no she really doesnt need to sneak pizza from mcmurrays out in a plastic bag for me later
You may genuinely find a use for the siphon. But the bag of human hair is less likely.
Whos eating a bunch of acid and watching fireworks tomorrow? This guy. Thats who.
Mainly I just wanna pet bunnies. And purple chicks. Well any color chicks if I close my eyes. But purple if I open them.
Lack of response to this text gains you a half hour of freedom before I initiate operations to conclude you are not, in fact, comatose. You requested no mercy.
Somehow his homemade liquor activated memories of my semester abroad three years ago. I ended up yelling random medical advice in German, while my roommates played dress-up with the cat stoned out of their minds. I consequently gave up on dating. Back in the ONS game.
my face feels like mints and my body feels like tingles
His hair is as curly as mine. It was like watching me go down on myself.
You laid on the floor and pet their rug. and then demanded Voss water.
New rock bottom. Woke up at 7 am fully clothed in a bathtub full of water. I hate myself.
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