Spykee

Petrichor is available as perfumes. Spray it where you fancy and bob’s your uncle.
For your mango kink, go test Wanted By Night By Azzaro, to me, it smells like mango leaves/mango seed, ymmv.

So you are a butt guy.
Nice!!!

Ha ha
You stupid dildo!

I wanna see!
I wanna see!
I wanna see!

???
My Family?
Fuck, I am against my privacy means. Shit gets too much for me sometimes. I also want to be an ignorant idiot and just trail naked online while doing fuck nothing to keep my shit private.
Bbbuuttttt…that’s not what we do.
We put in the extra effort, we go that extra mile to keep ourselves hidden and cover our tracks. So that those pesky piglets don’t come snooping around, steal our info and then pimp us out to other oinking piggies.
We do it all.

Counter strike.
Any version of it.
Fucking meaningless piece of work.
I mean, it’s a really simple game, but it’s only because of the players’ skills that the game has kept making it one of the most played games of all time.
So, there’s no depth to it. No story. Just a bunch of racially-insensitive idiots shooting at each other.
The CS “2”, is again an iterative. Looks pretty, got new maps and shit and a truck load of gambling-training transactions.
I cannot see the reasons why such a stupid game can keep players coming back to it. Been doing my “research” since I sprouted wispy beard, I can now tell how cold the weather would get just from the pain in my knees, so don’t even think about coming at me, I’ll knife you with my Karambit before you even load, punk!
All hail our Lord and saviour, father Gabe!

So you are into pegging. We know brah!
It’s tots normal my man. We all are, we all love it. You were just living under a rock.
Good thing your woman has patience.
Happy for you and your dom gurl!

There’s “WhatsApp for Business” & “WhatsApp Business Solutions”.
Catch-up, grandpa!

Heyyyyyyy

I choose this guy’s wife’s husband.
Assuming she’s married to a dude.

…that I am a major fuck-up!
Seriously, had I had even an iota of inclination, I would not have done things that have landed me where I am today.
I could’ve moved to a small town, sold ice-cream from a dinky little shop and lived a peaceful life. But my totally not supportive brain kept talking to me to pursue the ultra-pro-max-difficult things like science and research! I cry everyday.
Fuck you brain! I wish you the worst.

Did he do the head shake thing?
No?
Fucking disgraceful!
Taco Chicken so dumb, he can’t even imitate the population running half his country.

No wonder he is so full of shit all the time!
Dude needs to be dicked down hard till post nut clarity smacks him in the face so hard he begins to realise he is supposed to be human.
I aint volunteering. Maybe some apple fan boi will do the deed.

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#justice for pillows

hmu

You would have been closer to Daddy Trump.
So, a lot more of life sucking and a lot less pretty boys to fawn over.

You don’t think French do weird shit all the time?
Maybe you are French yourself.

I have balls-scrunching anxiety.
So any kind of public speaking means I shit my pants.
I gave a presentation today & I only got scared shitless at the beginning. After those first 2mins, things went well.
Mind you, I had previously left mid-way from one such presentation with the same people, making a stupid excuse.
Felt nice.