My roommate bought a pack of 24 rolls of toilet paper yesterday, in addition to the half dozen we already had, and stored all of them in the bathroom. And just let me tell you, there’s something incredibly calming and reassuring about looking next to you while you’re on the toilet and seeing 30 rolls of toilet paper sitting there. You get a feeling like, no matter how bad shit gets in there, you’re always going to make it out okay in the end.
Furries are considered weird deviants still yet mainstream capitalism desperately desires for me to want to fuck a green m&m.
Moan into my mouth while I finger you when we kiss.
rub your stomach while you pat your head