Room 417, morning
Jaye's tired, yo. She hears her phone ring, ignores it, and continues to lay there.
When she wakes up, she checks her voicemail, wonders exactly how two ferrets in heat actually make out when she doesn't think they have lips, and decides maybe she should just go the hell back to sleep. She'll OMGWTF over it later.
When she wakes up, she checks her voicemail, wonders exactly how two ferrets in heat actually make out when she doesn't think they have lips, and decides maybe she should just go the hell back to sleep. She'll OMGWTF over it later.