Paul doesn't remember going to the bar and slept on someone's porch...doesn't know whose porch...maybe near Howard U.
I'm calling you out on twitter if you don't come over right now.
There is no way he is gay with that hair.
Hold on, I'm google imaging "vagina close ups" to see if mine match up
All you kept saying was "my dick ALWAYS causes problems".
he just ordered a side of pineapple and winked at me. too much for a first date. come get me.
That's because you're a slut. A slut fucking a fence.
I love you. Happy valentines. Satin Patricks dayyyyyyyyyy. Alreadythrew up. Geeeeerait.
ps I'm eating candy off our sex sheets. gotta say the only thing better than sweet tarts is sweet tarts with a hint of sex. perfect post vday situation
I can't even look at my running shoes. I swear I drank more in the last 2 days than the last 6 months combined
God I need to stop before there's a picture of my dick on my mom's phone.
I am on my usual post-jerkoff high of eternal happiness. Like I could punch a fucking tiger.
At least your nickname is not Plunge Slut and that nickname is not in a published thesis work
You have to commit to sexting. You can't just quit right after I send you pictures of my asshole.
Seriously, come on.
I feel like there's a picture of my ass on the internet right now.
I hate you.
Can I just swipe right on his dad?
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