Paul doesn't remember going to the bar and slept on someone's porch...doesn't know whose porch...maybe near Howard U.
White wifebeaters are like orgies with fat people. Enjoyable in private, i'm sure, but in public: no thanksss.
so im kinda of nervous about the whole bust inside event last night
I told him I'd give him a BJ if he admited Hanson was good.
He's trying to get everyone in the bathtub for a team meeting about how we're gonna find his car. Which is parked outside. Think we should cut him off?
Picture this: me driving down 183 throwing up into a towel. I just hit rock bottom.
Exactly. Because my vagina can't be consoled with words. It requires a thicker form of communication
Well still if someone cared enough about u to wish an unwanted child or a disease on u ..u must have been doing something right
You then proceeded to tell me how good of a cook you were and put raw cookie dough in the champagne.
We split an eighth of shrooms and went ice fishing. It didn't get weird until I caught one and we both started crying.
If I got everything I wanted in the world, I would have been forcing soup down your throat hours ago
Let me be the vehicle for you to live out your slutty half-gay dreams.
He sent me a picture of his dick as a snake, I'd say things are going great.
now whenever i pass that house all i can think about is how i pooped in their yard..
I'm eating dinner with his parents and my phone goes "MOVE BITCH GET OUT THE WAY!" Thanks.
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