Paul doesn't remember going to the bar and slept on someone's porch...doesn't know whose porch...maybe near Howard U.
She asked me to cum on her. ON her. I think we're out of the friend zone
I would invite you but we are high and there is an AK-47. Not your scene.
His dick might not be the answer to my problems, but I'm definitely ok with testing it as a possible solution.
There is a woman in the bar breastfeeding a baby. Doing shots. Gotta love maryland Applebees.
The last thing I remember is funneling tequila out of a pink noodle.
If everything I've heard is true, then she's lost her virginity three times
I got offered a handle of vodka and tomato soup to bring his dog home. He knows me all too well.
I'll probably regret it tomorrow. But right now, accepting this $2000 credit card so that I can finance booty calls from across the united states sounds like a golden idea.
Passed out on the bench in the men's bathroom. Feel much better now.
Doc gave me something stronger than Xanax. The pills have your last name imprinted on them. This cannot be coincidence.
No matter how drunk I am or how drunk I'll ever be I love you
I'm using my dog as a pillow. He's cool with it.
I'm still depressed that I forgot my ice cream at your place
it's your last night here, let's make it one we may or may not remember.
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