Paul doesn't remember going to the bar and slept on someone's porch...doesn't know whose porch...maybe near Howard U.
i dedicated my morning wood to you.
I got to watch him fuck me from behind in the reflection of an ornament. so glad I decorated.
We played Russian Roulette with a revolving Nerf gun. If you shot yourself in the face, you had to drink.
Oh shit. The kids are pole dancing on a broom. It's like I'm seeing my future offspring before my eyes.
I came home to burning cookies and him outside "tanning" naked.
He just wants an even tan
I sat in the bathroom on the counter and gave out advice to all the random people that walked in
Repeat the weekend mantra. "I like boys with teeth, I need boys with teeth, I deserve boys with teeth, I will have boys with teeth".
Well, love is in the air. And by that I mean: it seriously smells like sex in here.
I am getting drunk. And i'm going to paint my face and slide down the stairs like Pochahontas. Goodbye
Well who could blame her. I would run away from me if I could.
By the way seagulls wings are very soft. And the lesbian and or by sexual twins say hello. Be home in the little bit time frame.
I mean it was fine and all but I just don't understand why a man would need all that Simon Cowell paraphanelia
Couch. On fire.
So this morning everyone commended me for puking over the porch. No one else made it that far...
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