Paul doesn't remember going to the bar and slept on someone's porch...doesn't know whose porch...maybe near Howard U.
Job is the problem. Drinking, the solution.
According to my dad, my tongue ring makes people assume I give a lot of blow jobs because, as stated by him "that's what it's for"
You are missing out on the best boobs in town right now
I see you've set aside this special time to humiliate yourself in public.
Noooo. We thought it would be funny for him to wake up buried in the sand. But we just remembered about the whole high tide thing and it's dark and it's pretty damn hard to find an unconscious head sticking out of the sand. Just help us out
Sounds good. Stay safe. I'm kind of drunk in a Food 4 Less right now and I'm having the time of my life.
my longitudinal study of the long term effects of sloth and alchol-intake is nearly complete.
so you are graduating this semester.
That bar is one yeast infection away from total annihilation.
my new game is to try to use the phrase "explosion in your mouth". as much as possible on tinder.
You kept insisting you found queso that's better than oral sex
I'm handling the NHL draft worse than getting dumped this week
Grateful to be alive soliciting dick pics. Thankful i'm alive for these little things and especially these big ones too.
Can you recommend a quality dick? I haven’t had a good sexing in a while
The dogs decided to play a new game called "Who Can Scream the Loudest?"
I won.
Randomize
