The milk? Very appreciated. I drank it. The way you provided it? Top notch. The temperature? Very cold. Almost as if it had been in a fridge. The texture? Very milk-like. It was creamy and white. The taste? Classic. Just like milk. Thank you.

Imagine like a disease.

Some sort of disease.

Sorry, gotta take this call... (swipes foreskin to answer)

Sometimes, when walking home at night, I feel followed. I turn around but see nothing. The feeling grows stronger, and I quicken my pace. Someone’s following me, and I can’t shake it. I start running, hearing footsteps behind me. The feeling overwhelms me.

socks that moan when u match them

just beat my entire dick and balls all the way off

in a perfect world kim kardash would've launched her personal brand by shooting a CEO instead of leaking her sex tape

would you guys be mad if i got jolly with it

hey man your penis is ringing…

They never talk about the social and political ramifications of stranding me in the rainforest with no clothes

sitting him down like i’m HR and letting him know what he said during sex was not approved by corporate

When you have thoughts on your mind, speak them. When you have feelings in your heart, share them. When you have a boner in your pants, hide it. The world is a very intricate place; so much is going on. The more you look, the more you see

He wasn't on my mind or anything. I was thinking about other stuff. When I went elbow-deep into the turkey that was completely unrelated to him or anything. I was thinking about taxes and power tools. Normal stuff. He never even crossed my mind

Oh fr? When im making my milkshake? The milk is so goddamn normal. Then i start to shake it. The shit is perfectly not crazy. Im building up the momentum. the tempo. shaking it harder. i want the motion to turn into chaos. the speed to reach a breaking point.