This table is taking a piss on your rug. Just like I’ll do if you ever invite me over. And trust me, you will. Then after the puddle, I’ll hump your leg. And, like, drag my butt. Hell, I might even sniff your balls*.
*That one’s for you, SchipolLanding.
The above paragraph makes me feel as though I missed out on something when we hung out the other night.
well, now we know! not only are you a naughty, naughty thing, hopelessly fixated on honey pots, love rockets, junk and taints … you’re a tease, too! (but a damn funny one … and that counts for a lot)