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.
no, its his 'welcome back from rehab' party.
It was like fucking a house. Down the chimney. That deep and empty.
He was sitting cross legged outside his tent repeatedly hitting the ground with a hammer and shouting 'this.is.a.good.idea.'
I'm still trying to figure out how you came back with chinese food, and a spoon covered in icing saying 'cake..'
MISSING: One left eyebrow. Reward if returned.
We got the possum out of our house. We built a maze with our empty kegs and chased it with brooms.
Did I mention I should never take 5 Xanax and drink?
I sort of figured that out when I found you sitting on the roof of your house saying we could get in through the skylight while I called the locksmith.
Trying to figure out which chair my head was under last night
I have to finish a biography for history and write a review on it so naturally I was like "getting high will make this more bearable" and now I'm basically inside the book at the revolutionary war with this guy.
I promised him we could have sex if he would let me take him to the hospital to get stitches.
it was just another one of those moments where you unfriendzone a friend you assumed to be gay
FUCK and YOU. times 10. To infinity and beyond. You bastard. Worst. Cockblock. Ever. I'm going to nail your sister.
I'm over here trying to figure out how to get shake shack delivered to my bed and Jamie is having a child
The Game of Thrones convention was just a drunk fuckfest.
Please tell me you banged Jon Snow.
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