What kind of dipshit asks Siri for advice after being raped?
What kind of dipshit asks Siri for advice after being raped?
I climb up the stall wall, sit on it so my left leg is in my stall and my right leg is in the adjacent stall. While the top of the wall is clenched between my ass cheeks, I pull myself forward towards the stall door to wipe.
Autonomous furniture would make murder scenes really hard to analyze.
russia if u miss pls hit North Dakota and not SF thx
Not quite playing tennis on the wings of a flying biplane, but just as amazing.
No physical mouse buttons? Ugh.
I want normies to leave
“I fuck fat people”
Shut up, cuck.
No. It’s a meat printer.
No. It’s a meat printer.
this only creates more questions