The last time I had sexual relations with someone on a really hot day my overwhelming emotion was pity for the other party. Now i’ll only inflict that level of disgusting sweatiness on someone that I love and cherish
Yeah I can invent all sorts of wild sordid fantasies and fun outdoor activities, but in reality even loading up Tinder and tryin to chat to someone seems like too much effort when I could just sofa nap instead
luckily, i’m never really interested in talking about myself tbh. just quite like listening to someone talk about the banal shit they’ve done with their day/find out exactly what they’ve had for lunch.
East Anglian b
“I truly love and respect you, NOW ACCEPT MY SWEAT”
sweat:
0 voters
time til hometime
Been “”"""""“working”"""""""" from home all day so this is extremely hard to quantify.
let’s say when your last wank of the day will be
Is this about those Hendrix songs I’ve been trying to learn on guitar?
Either way: until my hand gets too sore.
what should I have for lunch?
It’s almost dinner time you lunatic
Bill Bailey’s looking well
what, no parmentier?
Happy now? Now everyone has to vote again. For shame.
can’t believe tattie scones still aren’t getting the publicity they deserve. how often do I have to mention them?
