In 5th grade I pissed in the stairwell when no one was looking and got away with it. The only reason I did it was to see if I could. I’ve been chasing that high for years now. Pissing on Tom Cruise was a close second. He’s not as fast as he seems. And he’s really short.
Feeling my way through a dark cave, hand to the wall. Rock closes in all around. Suddenly a light in the distance. I trudge my way deeper within, chasing the ethereal light. The rocks give way to a massive chamber filled with candles. It’s a Travis Scott burger.
disaster: finally made contact with an alien but he just keeps trying to finger my asshole. I’ve made it abundantly clear that I don’t want his finger anywhere near my ass yet his persistence suggests he simply doesn’t care about MY needs in OUR relationship. feeling like a whore