Well and then I wanted to watch a porn in peace and masturbate. Actually….

Because first the dumb rescue squad made tatütata so loud that I had to turn the stereo to three thousand decibels to not be constantly reminded that the old guizer in front of my door is stroking on the floor. He should collapse somewhere else – otherwise everyone will say again I am to blame because someone rocks too hard… Like human junk food they treat me – everyone wants me, even if everyone says I am toxic.

Like gluten with tits and pussy.

Apart from that, I am worried because I can only call a single smoke detector my own ( functional) – I’m afraid of suffocating from smoke poisoning while jerking off.

Yeah. Seriously.

Carbon monoxide as death – is like pregnancy as a cause for the wedding.

Domesticated outlet for testosterone vegan.