Paul doesn't remember going to the bar and slept on someone's porch...doesn't know whose porch...maybe near Howard U.
I'm 2 blowjobs away from girlfriend status....don't tell me I don't know how to have an adult relationship
My spanish isn't great but I'm pretty sure he was calling me a "little monkey" while I was blowing him
he asked my vagina if she was excited to meet Leonard. LEONARD. His fuckin penis is named Leonard.
I have no valid justification for peeing in your kitchen, but I don't think it's worth breaking up over.
he has the hands of the vagina gods.
its all coming back to me in waves....waves of humiliation and nausea.
hung over. covered in somebodies makeup. and ready to drink.
We just leapfrogged all the way to the bar.
Unless you consider jello shots food the answer is no there is no dinner here. When u get food get more wine too tired of you coming over drinking all my booze and destroying my vagina
Priorities: waking up on your doorstep desperately clutching half a meatball marinara but with no sign of your keys, purse or housemate. Where are you?!
I'm having Vietnam flashbacks. This Kid I hooked up with is speaking in class and I keep experiencing the terror.
Walk of shame dressed as a Christmas tree, it happened. Ho ho ho bitches
Walking in on a gay threesome, with a girl in the corner watching and taking vid is a reason to not only knock, but to never go to Savannah.
I think I'm getting sponsored by the Mexican Drug Cartel for the start of my poker career. It was an interesting night at the bar. One word, Vegas.
Randomize
