You really coming over, don't trick.
Paul doesn't remember going to the bar and slept on someone's porch...doesn't know whose porch...maybe near Howard U.
That's when you crack a 10am beer
I mean I'm basically single. Or maybe just an asshole. Either way.
And then I have a slight inkling that I went up to the bar and tried to order the bartender.
stripped for him at 3am on my childhood playground and used the swing set as a pole.
Apparently she ran into the Emergency Room declaring "ROOM, PLEASE" as if she were checking herself into Holiday Inn.
Dude you don't even know. I spilled the tequila and it took 4 people to stop me from drinking it off the table.
Is your answer to that text seriously a right parenthesis
I threw up on my way to work while listening to "the good times are killing me". this award goes to modest mouse for creating the most poetic puke ever
A surprise thumb up the ass and I'm wide awake. She was right, no need for caffine pills I could fight ninjas now.
I was just hoping for a dick worthy of his established age.
I just smoked a joint and ate a sandwich while watching someone get arrested. Bonnaroo is a silly place.
FUCK IM ABOUT TO GET A DICK PIC IN THE LIBRARY
That is our entire relationship. We match bowls and give each other head. What more could you possibly want?
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