When i lived in Sacramento some French guy would go on a smoke walk every morning. It was one day I saw him smoking while on the phone walking with an actual fcking baguette from the Not-Kroger-Kroger that was around the corner from us.
"certified freak?" no, i remain uncertified because the freak certification board has undergone regulatory capture and now artificially limits supply to drive up freak wages
Drunk texting my hb at 7 in the morning about how much I want to deep throat his roommate, but I can't cuz he reminds me of my ex. The issue is he smells soooooo goood. Like that man smells like heaven even when he sweat off all his deodorant. I would like his armpits