Paul doesn't remember going to the bar and slept on someone's porch...doesn't know whose porch...maybe near Howard U.
I solve my problems like an adult, at the strip club drinking on a work night.
You kept calling me your small dog last night.
Yo send me the pic of me stickn my dick in the paint bucket last night
Whatever you gave me is making me lactate
I feel like every picture I upload of him on facebook where you can see his purity ring, I should make the caption "something in this picture does not belong"
he had me stop mid-blow job to make me use my phone to id a song on the radio..
i wasnt really sure how to responde to that.
The airport has the best people watching and munches... It should be a destination drinking location
You may want to re-read your sent texts from last night. You were texting me about your "fire shits" spelled 6 different ways between 3 and 5:30 AM.
i am willing to donate my body to this science experiment when it means free blowjobs
I live vicariously through you. No one mistakes me for a hooker anymore. I look like a stay at home mom of three. On bad days of four.
hell hath no fury like a questionably-gay best friend scorned
For our 1st date, he tried to schedule a rock climbing. I suggested, "how about we meet at my place and you can scale Mt. Vagina?"
Chugging this bottle of Jim at the airport is proving more difficult than I imagined. TSA is not amused.
Girl in front of me just swan dove into the middle of the carpeted hallway, stood up, clapped for herself, and then continued walking. My life is complete.
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