Phone sex is the dumbest thing in the world. It’s not sex. It’s like calling a restaurant and asking them to describe their food. That’s not the same thing as eating.
Phone sex is the dumbest thing in the world. It’s not sex. It’s like calling a restaurant and asking them to describe their food. That’s not the same thing as eating.
I enjoy rich text evernote checklists, hefeweizen, the colour purple (the actual colour, and not the movie or book), debbie downerism, change purses, and stopping to get coffee even though I'm already mad late for work.
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