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 just saw Sharon Stone's cootch in high def. I think I'll stay gay.
three guys just busted into my bio lecture, yelled "happy st. patrick's day!", downed jagerbombs, and left.
So Ryan had to wash the dishes. His solution: take a shower with them. I'm never eating at his house again.
Man the liquor store just wrong numbered me, its a sign even god wants me to drink
there was a kid getting taken out of the waterpark handcuffed to a wheelchair singing "tryna catch me ridin dirty"
Two word: claymation porn. Think about it.
I don't think I can ever express my appreciation for the things you text me.
Just got a nosebleed, my period and the runs all at the same time. I'm either dying, or this is the first sign of the apocalypse. You warning you in case it's the latter.
Dont worry bro, i'll be the designated kayaker. I wouldnt want u to be drinking and kayaking.
It's a gay bachelor party, it's not like dignity is to be expected
I can't even express how horny I am. The English language isn't equipped for what I'm plotting.
We are all yelling at the cat at our apt in nothing but our underwear. How do you think it's going.
Well I can cross 'get my dick slathered in coconut oil while watching the bob's burgers porn parody' off my bucket list.
I'll give you some leg action but I'm not showing you anything else until your penis admits it loves me
The same idiot-bubble, now just bigger and louder.
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