You made some goofy funked-up shit to sell on Etsy and now you need some sucker to model it. Cue the boyfriend. Sigh. The things men do for sex...
Why do you insist on hurting me?
I hate you so much right now.
You have broken my pride, but not my prana. Vishnu and I forgive you. Namaste.
Please no one recognize me please no one recognize me please no one recognize me
Yeah yeah, everybody look! I'm a lame-a-saurus.
Angry? No, more like... disappointed.
I'm dumping her if I don't get at least three beejs for this.
See the rest at Urlesque.