Paul doesn't remember going to the bar and slept on someone's porch...doesn't know whose porch...maybe near Howard U.
It's a sad day when you realize you are no longer above fucking in movie theater bathrooms.
You may or may not of thrown up on your shoes, and you tried to give me a wet willy in my eye.
My fingers feel amazing. Their going like 100 MPH!!
HOLY SHIT. SHIT THAT IS HOLY. HOLY OF THE SHIT.
I vaguely remember having a cowboy explain his belt buckle to me in the bathroom hallway
You slammed your forties down on the table and yelled "I AM EDWARD FORTYHANDS" then mumbled something about repping Idaho like a champ and laid down on the couch.
Just think Febushuary. A whole month of 70's esque bush! This is the dream
I'm pretty sure you and I ate the entire Keebler elf weed workshop
HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO GET MY FUCKING CUPCAKES WHEN THE GROUNDSWORKER I HOOKED UP WITH IS LOITERING IN THE VENDING AREA
He is so pussy whipped she has made him change his name to Toby
O was like, nah, fuck 50-50. My version of bi is that i'm 80% gay, 20% drug-addled decisions. Apparently he's straight on hallucinogens.
And remember people can't hear you kick ass in space
Ughh I think I'll just sit here in the dark and wallow in self-pity while drinking wine and knitting scarves for my future cats.
His PENIS is so fucking big that I always use caps, out of respect.
Nothing cures your heart after a boy calling you unattractive than a big fat dick
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