“I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world.”
If I knew you were on your way home I’d be wearing nothing but my apron and glasses. I’d be on the bed with this fat ass up in the air waiting for you.
Apparently I’m not allowed to tell the family what I’m thankful for.
I thought “his perfect penis” and “his ability to make me squirt” would be fine things to mention.
I was wrong.