Paul doesn't remember going to the bar and slept on someone's porch...doesn't know whose porch...maybe near Howard U.
i have nine cents in my fucking bank account... not even a dime
So I'm banging this nun...
Isn't that how all good stories start? I like it already...
This house was built for laser tag.
Sitting next to a girl in the computer cluster who just googled syphilis symtoms, started crying & got up and left. My life suddenly seems better.
fuck. I just remembered I agreed to let you finger me last night for solely for "scientific purposes"
Was waiting for the adderal to kick in then realized I had been brushing my teeth for eighteen minuites
You left a trail of sequins from your dress incase we got lost
When else am I ever going to have a chance to do lines with T-Pain?
I've hit an all time low of asking baristas what would go good with marshmallow vodka. I think I might hire one to party with all of us. To make hangover drinks
If your mother gets up on the bar again, I will. The bouncer already had a talk with her earlier.
It hurts to hear and I can smell shapes.
And as the acid sets in, he looks back at the shallow form he used to call his and whispers "3 pee pees strong"
do I look like a person who has full control of their limbs and existence on this plane of reality
Let's be real, he was never going to be tall enough
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