Paul doesn't remember going to the bar and slept on someone's porch...doesn't know whose porch...maybe near Howard U.
We tried having a conversation with our noses.
I have now hooked up with 8 of the Apostles. I have no idea where I'm going to find a guy named Bartholomew.
This dude. Just lost. A finger. He asked us for tape.
His mom always writes on my facebook right after we have sex. it's like she knows. with her scary mom psychic powers
Pretty sure he sprained my tongue. This is why you don't hook up with gingers.
All I could think about when I saw her was that she could be the mother of my future first round draft picks
bad news.. campus security walked me home last night and when i tried to tell them where i lived they assured me they knew where our house was.
Because it's not worth it. And there is no nice way of saying "sorry, you're not good enough at sex for me to drive 45 mins"
He was stoned and starts screaming, "I ain't got but a dollar, I wanna hear waterfalls!". Maybe he can hang with us....
I tried eating pop-rocks while giving him a bj, I honestly think I was more disappointed with the results than he was.
You threw up a gallon of vomit. I really have never seen anything like it in my decade of partying.
I don't know which is worse, the fact that his name is Kevin or the fact that he has a pornstache.
Its okay I found my bra. ...it was on your cat. I wont ask questions.
I don't have a cat..?
She was sitting on the couch in his tux jacket...no pants, eating cold vegetable lasagna. Yet I'm the weirdo?
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