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.
You called me twice to tell me that you spit in your own eye, when I was right next to you.
you were sitting on my toliet with a double cheesburger in your hand asking me how the cheeseburger even got there.
I love seeing you outside of a bar. It's like seeing a dog walk on its hind legs
Yep we found him face down in my sister's bathroom begging for blowjobs without mustard
whatever happens this semester dont let me be that girl yacking in the urinal. again.
The bartender just told me he would have me face down in his pillow by the end of the night. I hate when you make me go to gay clubs.
I'm like the Mother Theresa of booty calls.
They just called to see if he wanted to come in at 2am for overtime. He's trashed. He literally carried on a 10 minute convo with his boss about woodchucks. As in the animal
Maybe before the beach I should get a tracking chip in my arm.
The whole time we were fucking I kept thinking, "My dad would love this cologne. I'll have to ask him where he got it." the highlight of the night is that I figured out my dad's birthday gift.
Going through Bojangles drive thru chanting "KFC" hammered at 8:00 was the highlight.
That's how you know it was a good night if two months later you finally realized your skirt never made it home and you found out where it was.
So last night was the first of "I got cut off before I walked in the bar".
I'm waiting for you in a manthong right now.
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