March 2nd, 2012
hs. I don’t want to toot my own horn, but you’re going to want to have sex with me as soon as you eat this sandwich.
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hs. I don’t want to toot my own horn, but you’re going to want to have sex with me as soon as you eat this sandwich.
ss. haha, I’m looking up people’s photos and I kinda wanna collect people’s v cards. Like, to have. Is that weird?
hs. When you say it like that, yes. Think about what you just said.
ss. SHUT UP!!
ss. I thought you wanted to take a nap.
hs. That was until your loins caught mine on fire.
hs. Did you fart in here?
ss. Nooo.
hs. You know how sometimes I come into the room with chocolate smeared on my face and you ask me if I’ve had chocolate? This is like that, but with feces particles all over the room.
ss. I’m going to take a picture of your penis and send it to that blog.
hs. Can you photoshop it first?
ss. Your feet are filthy.
hs. That’s not the only part of me thats filthy.
ss. …your mind? …your penis?
hs. What! I don’t have a penis. Who told you that?