Paul doesn't remember going to the bar and slept on someone's porch...doesn't know whose porch...maybe near Howard U.
The way white people respond to them, you'd think Journey was the president of Caucasia.
That adds atleast one bjs worth of awkward sexual tension between us.
All I remember is drinking vodka out of tupperware.
either my laughing turned him on, or he wanted to shut me up. either way, i dont care. it was amazing.
What are the odds of finding the one hot Australian dude with erecile dysfunction?
I HAVE A PRESENT FOR YOU AND ITS NOT MY VAGINA
I have fiberglass splinters all over my hands and woke up with a sign that says PUMPKINS in my room.
Seriously, this trumpet player gives me chills. Might be the drugs.
So I've been thinking about this, and I've decided my bed is magic. Every time I change the sheets, a new boy is in my bed. I own the Sheets of Dreams-if I change them, they will come.
So what's going on?
We hit boys town to get stupid. I mean invading Iraq stupid.
You came out of your room naked under your open robe with a mouth full of brownie on a stick and grabbed a fistful of fruit loops and shoved them into your already full mouth.
He slapped my ass... He best ask me out. Or figure out how to unslap my ass.
I need to get all the one night tinders in my system before I move back in with my parents
Ethically, this is the worst thing I've ever done. Financially, however...
Randomize
