On my wedding day, I’m gonna recite my vows twice.
Once at the altar and again in the bedroom.
With my tongue.
On her pussy.
One letter at a time.
So when are we getting married again?
Like, what time today?
I’m a paradox. I want to be happy, but I think of things that make me sad. I’m lazy, yet I’m ambitious. I don’t like myself, but I also love who I am. I say I don’t care, but I really do. I crave attention, but reject it when it comes my way. I’m a conflicted contradiction. If I can’t figure myself out, there’s no way anyone else has.
Where can i hire someone to give me money