Paul doesn't remember going to the bar and slept on someone's porch...doesn't know whose porch...maybe near Howard U.
My cousins just decided to make a catapult to spread my Grandpa's cremated remains. I love my family.
i just ran into our bio chem professor at the bar. apparently, he doesn't follow the "no slapping your students' asses" rule.
he rolled over in his sleep, called me a hoe and then grabbed my crotch. some things never change, asleep or not.
I don't remember her missing an ear while we were at the bar
He had a beer bottle in each of his back pockets and was on rollerblades. All I remember is following him for about 10 minutes
I love you more with every blowjob.
You should write for Hallmark.
I can't figure out if I'm dying from all of the booze still in my system, or from the cement wall.
Oh okay well are you handling the "just sex part" like a professional hooker like I taught you?
If I win the lottery I'm going to hire someone to skywrite "FUCKTARD" over his house. That much anger.
We are so on opposite sides of the boobs spectrum
I may or may not have tried to give myself a lobotomy
Two grav bong hits and a shower later and I'm ready for company
It's like you say things that speak to my soul on a deep personal level
You think the guy at the speed wash knows he needs to scrub the vomit off the side of my car?
He knew.
true. but still. you know how big of a sucker i am for a penis and a pretty face.
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