Too many lines are blurring for me right now. Is Douglas Adams rolling in his grave? Are those large friendly letters? Does red pleather automatically = bdsm?
Apparently, today I just wanna talk shit about the decor being presented. Wtf.
I doubt it’s a real anon, but stress can make you ill, ulcers man. On the upside, garage sale anon got me stoked.
Does it mirror ever? Often?
Yea right. Come at me. Nobody gives a fuck that I’m here. What are we supposed to be hiding from? The DS is going to come at us one by one? Are we supposed to be scared about being “outed”?
The real botus has 32k ig followers.