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 wish everyone could be as happy as the people in the laxative commercials.
There's some strange man with hair that keeps talking to us. I'm scared.
This is how horror movies start. Going to bar with strange hair guy. He's paying. Bad idea?
Ditched hair man. Got free cab ride to market. Want food. I win.
So the "just a friend" kid confessed his love for me...sometimes I hate how awesome I am.
I've decided to tape numbers to the bottom of my heels corresponding to the number of drinks I can safely consume in them.
I wonder if that one guy remembers you sticking salami to his forehead when he was passed out on new years eve.
I picked the lock on the bathroom door and sang him a song while he pooped. Why is he mad?
according to last night, I underestimated the size of my mouth and the possibilities of what can fit into it.
Well she described you as a "Sex-Viking", which seemed to be only slightly related to the red beard. So things are looking good!
I feel like we have a good system here turning our sketchy decisions into great stories.
I tried to open a bottle of wine with toenail clippers last night. So this morning was obviously rough.
I'm potentially being cockblocked by Old Man Winter. What the fuck did I do to piss off an entire season?
I'm fine w planning around your penis prospecting. Saturday it is.
It involves me, my best friend, and a stripper and her mother.
Adulthood is putting your bongs in the dishwasher because you're too lazy to clean them manually.
Are you ok dude?
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