"for the sake of baelor's left ballsack ..."
rubbing the sleep from his eyes, still. he reachesββmindlessly, noteββfor the coffee. "the project isn't even financed yet .." takes a sip.
GAGS.
"SEVEN HELLS, WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?"
I do take my cleaning seriously, true. I believe *everyone should βοΈ what is the point in life if your space looks like a pigsty? how does one even WORK?