[...] You call this drunk jenga? No tower of furniture, no swastika in marker, no condom filled with hand soap inserted in the ass with a pencil.. Shit. You basically just turned on the night light, tucked him in, and kissed him on the forehead while whispering, “Good night my angel.” See what Wafah Dufour has to say. [...]
[...] You call this drunk jenga? No tower of furniture, no swastika in marker, no condom filled with hand soap inserted in the ass with a pencil.. Shit. You basically just turned on the night light, tucked him in, and kissed him on the forehead while whispering, “Good night my angel.” See what Wafah Dufour has to say. [...]
so now she knows how it works.