Paul doesn't remember going to the bar and slept on someone's porch...doesn't know whose porch...maybe near Howard U.
We learned about herpes today in bio. I might as well have given the lecture
all i remeber is falling off a fence and banging him in the middle of the street, not sure which one gave me this cut
nothing says "we're all in this together" like the herpes she passed around to our entire group of friends
dude there is absolutely no room for a slide in our room
I guess I'll put a green shirt on. Also, I just snorted some protein shake power. That doesn't have anything to do with St. Patrick's Day. I just wanted you to know in case i die.
That's cool. At least the punch line of my story isn't I shit in a booth at Denny's.
Both our collective sex appeal dies once someone cums on a snuggie kayla
i think god would be more upset with me for turning down such a beautifully crafted cock than he would for me liking girls
I'll ask around, all of my friends have girlfriends now for the most part though so they're all dead inside
the bartender knew what was up when i took a sip of my drink, gagged and asked her to water down my water
She kissed me, then said "mmm your face tastes like it needs my pussy on it."
You dove at him but passed out mid dive. Shame it wasnt a costume party your superman suit wouldve been clutch in the situation
I'm still waiting for God to smite you for impersonating a decent human being.
So I forgot to ask, how was that bartender you slept with two weeks ago?
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