y did u give ur computer a hand job?
Paul doesn't remember going to the bar and slept on someone's porch...doesn't know whose porch...maybe near Howard U.
Discovered the secret to willingly attending my 3-o'clock class. Ahoy, Cap'n.
Totally just asked Dad if I needed to show the real estate guy my tits so he would let us buy the house. I've really got to work on that filtering thing.
sorry we overslept. have a good day at work. p.s. thanks for making it feel like my vagina got hit by a train.
the more i look through evidence of last night, the less i seem to remember.
i almost burnt down an apartment complex. little busy, get back to you later
Why did I just get a ziplock baggie labeled "2010" on it from you in the mail?
Sometimes crazy just comes naturally. I don't need booze to say that on occasion I feel the need to rip off my asshole and throw it against the fridge to see if it sticks.
but they dont look like handprints. looks like someone had a boxing match with my tits and my tits lost
after he went down on me he said he wanted an air freshener for his car scented like my vag. i cant even.
I yelled at the dude who smoked him up "YOU'RE THE REASON I'M NOT GETTING LAID" then went to bed. So yeah, I guess it was an ok night.
I have stickers all over my boobs and a lump the size of china on my forehead. today has not been good.
What the World Series means to me is that I've slept with too many giants fans.
I'm currently deliberating if I'm going to be too drunk on New Years to handle wearing false eyelashes.
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