Paul doesn't remember going to the bar and slept on someone's porch...doesn't know whose porch...maybe near Howard U.
you insisted on breathalizing me with a inhaler.
I just withdrew $200 in ones. I think the teller knew what was up
Say it nicely.
Fine. I want to lovingly bend you over and lovingly fuck the shit out of you. Happy?
I'don't know who your are but its that time a day. Drunk it up. Did you buy a House for goundhogs days?
Drinking with a woman who gave an anti-drugs speech at my high school. Somehow, not surprised.
Im drunk on a hayride surrounded by toddlers. they are judging me.
I shame-fucked to Hotel California, don't tell me about priorities.
I guess I've just seen a lot of penises since then
It was like something out of a fucked up fairy tale. He just crowdsurfed over to her while riding a keg, said "come sail with me", and then the crowd carried them off into the night. What.
Option 1: fuck me and bedtime. Option 2: come fuck me and then hangout with everyone. Option 3: don't fuck me in which case fuck you.
I threw up in bed last night and tried cleaning it with oldspice and baby powder
I am downtown smoking a joint with Woody Harrelson...Because our car won't start. I will be there as soon as I can.
I love how fuckboys immediately become cultured when I tell them I’m an artist.
Last time we had sex i was dressed like a ninja turtle and someone else was in our bed, so this time should be fine.
I hope ur kiddin
wish i was
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