30% of bread is op’s rubbing each others clits… Kek
All good.
Now on to moar serious matters…
Based on recurring dubious synchronicity, I indubitably am of the persuasion that my captcha is attempting to communicate with me.
Sometimes it wants me to touch myself and stroke it (to and fro) in a furious manner.
Right now i’m sensing it is telling me, to tell all of you, to quit being faggots.
If I ever bake, can I be called StinkyBallsBaker?