Call to Cry, Cry to Cum. (In That Order)
It’s a beautiful Friday afternoon, my life continues to be perfect and luxurious, and to celebrate I’m kicking my feet up, waiting for you to call and make me laugh.
It’s easy, all you do is call me HERE and then, you know, be your usual sad-sack-of-shit self, and I will giggle myself silly.
Otherwise? Keep holding that bated breath – I’ve been working on an insane project I would love to share with you. The results are abysmal and further prove that men are trash. Like, there is actual data at this point. What is WRONG with you doofuses?