Paul doesn't remember going to the bar and slept on someone's porch...doesn't know whose porch...maybe near Howard U.
she's sitting on the other side of the room at this party. with her smirnoff tucked in that little opening between her cleavage and shirt. drinking from a straw. snapping her fingers off beat.
it's love
This was all being yelled across a beer pong table as all important things should be discussed
as nice as a boyfriend sounds, a relationship would require morals and self-restraint - both fields in which i lack.
momma always taught us never to change for a boy..
just saw 2 fat kids fight for the last slice of pizza. Litteraly fight. God Bless America
i just won "most creative" category in the condom contest in human sexuality by licking it onto a cucumber. my feedback forms included three phone numbers, one with a Magnum XL taped to it
I said:" get your jacket, get your beer and get the fuck out of here"
Firing someone with a rhyme is the new high point in my life.
I kept calling him escargot instead of Estaban..I don't think that was the wisest choice.
I would let Bear Grills repel down a waterfall using my dick if I could go to sleep right now.
She rode an inflatable shark down the stairs. Viva shark week.
Last night I woke up and the national rep of his frat was sucking my toe.
I'm not entirely sure how getting 'house drunk' turned into us getting trashed, being serenaded by karaoke and going out. But it needs to happen again.
and then you two started interpretive dancing to Mozart
I don't know what you're doing this morning, but obtaining Plan B is my number-one priority.
You were dancing to the Bee Gees, at 3am, with a piece of ham on your head. Moral of the story, You can't drink.
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