when faced with death, this is the noise i make

one day i made eggs and bagel and the eggs were superheated for some reason
i was like "this is nice, this is bagel" and then when i bit down further i felt the fires of hephaestus

so i was pumping iron the other day...

the dildo of consequences rarely arrives lubed

*me, leaning on the bar table with one arm on the tabletop*
so what do you talk about

the term boyfriend implies the existence of a boyfoe. who wants to be enemies

"you guys act like i have a bomb strapped to my chest"

im the prettiest flower in the garden

being a detective nowadays must be hard. they slash them? who slashed who??

the journey of gender discovery