Paul doesn't remember going to the bar and slept on someone's porch...doesn't know whose porch...maybe near Howard U.
sometimes in life you just needs hand puppets
Hold on, I'm google imaging "vagina close ups" to see if mine match up
We invented "Diesel Bombs." They're supposed to be a bomb, but they come in a 20+ oz. glass and have a blackout record of 6 wins and 0 losses. Undoubtedly going to be the next Muhammed Ali of the drinking world.
Hypothetical question: how bad would bacardi be as an IV drip?
death...100% death...what r u planning.
It's official, I need to start putting my vagina's needs before my own.
I think they took out their livers years ago and replaced them with like cheese graters or something. Only explanation.
Hate sex is good. Drunk sex is better. Combine those two however and you get the best experience of your LIFE.
Just to warn you I probably wont be able to do anything that involves standing up
Almost to my house to grab beer. And pants.
yea sometimes its awkward. but when you're a straight bartender at a gay bar and everyone knows it, they all think that they can make me turn gay. its like oh yea dude that extra $20 tip makes me want to suck some dick now
we dropped acid in chinatown. worst. idea. ever. too many colors. and nobody has any idea where steve is.
I've had sex near too many of the blankets to let our parents touch them like this
My crotch smells like fire and I can't find my pants
My vagina knows your penis is sad about Andrew Luck. You should come over and let her comfort him in his time of need
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