I should be flattered that this image was submitted to me multiple times.
Happy Valentine’s Day, followers.
It’s high praise to be known so well.
This is my kind of card.
I should be flattered that this image was submitted to me multiple times.
Happy Valentine’s Day, followers.
It’s high praise to be known so well.
This is my kind of card.
There’s a guy in my graduate cohort who looks and acts like Ron Swanson and I just wanna smush his silly face and make him eat some breakfast food with me.
I can’t sleep again.
Thinking too hard about some attention I’m receiving tomorrow.
2014, you’re spoiling me.
My life.
OK. That’s so fucking hot that I can’t put it into words. Holy shit.
When I come home, I expect you to be waiting like this for me. Usually I just expect you to lick my shoe for a while and then go fetch me a drink, but sometimes, after a long day, I just need to use your holes.
Am I the only one who finds the way he awkwardly squats kind of hilarious and awkward?
I bet a crafty bunny I know could make something like this (or awesomer.)
It was a long day,
but it was a good day.
Trust.
I just about lost it when I saw the sketch.
“I went to school for eight damn years. So don’t you dare look me in the face and tell me that you fell on a toy firetruck, you monsters.”
Also I was at a party last night and it got super quiet as I said the phrase “anal beads are really stressful” but whatever I’ll stand by my principles.
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Current status.