That moment when you try to show a friend a photo of your kid and you realise there's so much porn on your phone that social services probably need to get involved :-(
A guy lying on the bed with his head still circling the airport half-an-hour later while she's downstairs vacuuming the house…no, wait, that's the sign of a well-fucked man who's gonna have to try a bit harder next time :-/
and, judging by the feint buzzing sound and gentle moans coming from upstairs, at least one of you is starting it the way she'd like to continue :-P
my first contact was thirty five years ago and I still don’t know how the damn thing works :-/
not sure if I've got the energy to get out of bed tho :-P
who the fuck am I???