i seriously hope you fucking die....you are the worst.
SHit! Sorry, sent to wrong person
Paul doesn't remember going to the bar and slept on someone's porch...doesn't know whose porch...maybe near Howard U.
The hardest part of getting a new computer is deliberating whether to start the cycle of porn and viruses all over again.
He's only a little bit crosseyed.
I think this is one situation where "a little bit" doesn't mean much.
Slept in my car last night. It snowed. I peed on the street. Hello 29...
You know when you blow me it's the softest, most amazing feeling ever. Like putting my dick in a silk bag filled with puppy ears.
It was fun, but I mean, any day that starts with shower tequila is bound to be good.
Nothing motivates a person to clean their apartment like puking up cheese ravioli beer-tequila chicken wings for eight hours.
Dad was on the deck drinking straight bourbon. He stopped, puked on his feet, and then continued drinking and talking about compound interest.
Everyone was soo nice and genuine.. Then again it coulda just been the drugs.
Remember that time a drunk Dracula took a shit in the urinal? Ooh, that's right, it was last night.
I can't wait to get home and brush the fuck outta my teeth.
Literally.
I am so disappointed that he didn't steal a Christmas tree last night.
Its safe now. But... Nobody should sleep on my bed tonight.
Hey do u remember the time we used my mascara wand as a drink stirer?
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