Random
I think about sex on an average of 6 times a day.
Last night, I got proposed to by some weirdo on the street.
When I walk home at night, my own footsteps scare me.
Whenever I get ready for a shower, I always imagine there's some sort of ghost or a God watching me get naked.
My love for sour apple martinis is so extreme, I may be an alcoholic just for them.
Last night, I got proposed to by some weirdo on the street.
When I walk home at night, my own footsteps scare me.
Whenever I get ready for a shower, I always imagine there's some sort of ghost or a God watching me get naked.
My love for sour apple martinis is so extreme, I may be an alcoholic just for them.