My father always tells me the only thing I could ever do to make him ashamed is be afraid.
We were raised as wolves, and as wolves we shall remain.
Now, some iPhone erotica:
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- Washing my mouth out with soap. I’m a filthy peasant.
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- My ass.
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- My breast looks bruised. Maybe it is. The days all run together anyway.
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- I grow out the hair under my arms because I shave it every where else.
khrist. Thank gawd for your darling haus.