Yeah unless I can find some idiot to make love to
Paul doesn't remember going to the bar and slept on someone's porch...doesn't know whose porch...maybe near Howard U.
Fiestas. Its like a classier verson of mardi gras.
got some bad news about ur virginity. she didnt make it thru the night
the cops didn't wanna shut the tailgate down but the strippers weren't allowed to take money without a license or somthing
Just found my bra in a bag of chips on the kayak floating about the pond. Sure sign of a good night
Well you just missed the ten chi o pledges singing la bamba at our doorstep.
In order to see him, he made me facetime with his penis, which he had drawn a smile face on. Getting laid shouldn't be this difficult.
The bottle of Jameson may have been a bit aggressive for a Sunday cookout.
it was like teleporting. everytime i opened my eyes, i was somewhere different... usually the floor.
I mean, "boo" isn't the appropriate response to someone dying...
this temple that is my body is starting to crumble and turn into ruins
You can't honestly expect me to maintain an erection when you have the Glen Beck show on
Nice. I like it when Maker's Mark makes decisions for you.
Hey, is this going to be a real date, or am I just meeting you at a hotel to have sex in the bathroom? Given our history, I think it's a fair question.
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