Big titty girls, I call on you in this time of need! I come to you on my knees, begging for guidance in the ways of eating safely. How can I tackle a soup or a shakshouka or a particularly juicy burger again without The Great Chest Staining?


I don't know why my first instinct was to go all "I've blown the Horn of Gondor." Look, I'm high on post-breakfast Tide pen fumes and haven't had my cold brew yet.

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Queer Town

A lil' town for me and maybe some friends in the future.