

I definitely don’t get foot love at all. I have always always always despised feet.
Now, when I’m worked up, you know? There isn’t a part of the body I don’t like at least a little bit haha.
I definitely don’t get foot love at all. I have always always always despised feet.
Now, when I’m worked up, you know? There isn’t a part of the body I don’t like at least a little bit haha.
Taranteentoe? Who dat?
I feel dirty for typing that haha. I love Quinten Tarantino’s movies so much.
What should I do with them? Eat them?
Yes. I should eat them.
Think about how many cats aren’t being reported.
Like, if my cat drops dead I’m just burying her. No one would ever know.
If the 5 strays that hang outside my apartment died of it I’d just bury them too. No one would have a clue.
I don’t know what they’re reading, but they’re convinced everything is great.
“He’s even more disciplined this time around. And he’s calmer. We didn’t need to be sending condoms to Gaza.”
I’m so tired.
Oh man, I absolutely love breasts. Too much, really. :p