The weekend is almost over. I can feel the icy tendrils of the workweek drawing nearer.Random tickles in the night. I have wasted even more of my life of freedom.
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oipthestampede:
Those random tickles in the night would be your crabs assaulting your manhood.
solisis:
no, actually they're my hands exploring the curvacious body of murkling without his consent.
