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.
Good ideas don't start with we have a bottle of vodka..
September 16th, captains log. I awoke in a daze, not sure of my location
I hope you remember pushing the girl off the stage because you said she wasn't good at pole dancing.
im youtubing treadmill accidents. this is what i do at 2:10am
Got a thumbs up from a trucker for doing lines on the interstate. God bless america.
I pretty much envision me eating a turkey leg whilst fucking you. I have priorities.
took adderall before wrapping presents, ended up making paper snowflakes for two hours
I just want to have such an intense orgasm that my heart stops and I die. I mean that would kind of suck for the guy I'm fucking but then again he could be like "I'm that good"
I think the biggest problem with being overhigh is when the kitchen was on fire and I was pointing and laughing and eating rootbeer oreos like it was fucking Ozzfest 2000
I don't know how Dave is alive, I feel like he's been drinking since I met him.
its the pipe that keeps on giving. Just when I think it's done, I scrape just enough. It's a st. Patrick's day miracle!
I'm pretty sure that cute cop drove me home. Especially since I found his card in my purse.
I just don’t understand what sort of USPS worker wants to take my unitard and sex toys.
I woke up in a warehouse with the words “Property of Adam” written on my chest in frosting.
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