Paul doesn't remember going to the bar and slept on someone's porch...doesn't know whose porch...maybe near Howard U.
So he flipped me over and suddenly went limp then told me he was thinking about his ex.
so you punched his junk, right?
This bar is like a mediocre whore house....but free
You put a thong on my pumpkin didn't you.
I put the beer in my little red riding hood basket.
i seriously just saw a stripper from last weekend walk into the classroom next to me!!
He broke into my apartment to check his Facebook again, the beer is all gone, and there's a new high score on pac man.
She has a lazy eye!
My other option is a hardwood floor
I should start handing out wavers before I have sex with someone. 1. Do you have anything to do tomorrow? 2. Are you ok with sleeping 12 hours from exhaustion. 3. Are you ok with a limp?
Who takes their shirt off at the bar?! Classy broad
I do. In all fairness there was someone else's blood on it.
I may have tried to encourage people to play a new game I invented last night. I called it Super Quarters. Like regular quarters, only using an AA medallion.
im dying and naked and this is what youre living with next year.
I Pavlov-trained him by smacking him in the nuts anytime I caught him looking at another girl in public. To this day, he's afraid to break eye contact with me in a restaurant if a tall busty blonde walks in.
In honor of the new administration, I'm going to make it my goal this weekend to get some lesbian action. Fuck Donald Trump and fuck Mike Pence. I'm going to be a spiteful gay.
Only I would get an underage 24 hours before turning 21.
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