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.
Just tried to put my sweatpants on backwards...the chances of passing my physics exam just went down about 100%.
blowing a .13 at 10 AM isn't nearly as cool as I thought it would be.
i yelled out "tuesday" during orgasim. he fucked me into 2 days from now.
I shouldn't have had sex with her. I feel that I may have opened a pandora's vagina
If you were wondering whether I accidentally FaceTime called the undergrad who works for me in lab during a particularly graphic blow job last night, then the answer is yes.
not sure if I should be concerned that my brother just stormed into my room and looked at me with a serious face and said, "I'm a peacock, you have to let me fly." oh, vicodin...
I think my hookup is starting to fall for me. Time to break his heart.
Cocaine can totally be concealed as MAC finishing powder. Drug dealer creds just went up 120 percent
Nothing kills the mood quicker than kneeing him in the face during sex
He tried to buy me a drink at dollar beer night. All 3 of his credit cards were declined, so he asked me if I could cover it. Needless to say, I'm not calling him back.
bullshit you weren't drunk, you pointed at me and said my cigarette was empty
Drunk me started making nachos apparently but never got to the part with the cheese. There are chips everywhere
i just remember singing the theme song from 2 and 1/2 men to my hair
I expected my Sunday morning walk of shame dressed as a sexy Dorothy would get some scorn, but nobody seems to even care
That’s because it’s 2020. The slutty costume walk of shame is a refreshing reminder of a time when wearing masks and catching communicable diseases was a right of passage, not everyday for the foreseeable future.
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