Hehe I left the hotel staff a warm gift in the sheets, it could be pee, poo, or chocolate or all! -Poop Boy 416.
My husband is an OTR trucker, gone about three weeks a month. I give him my dirty underwear for those long lonely nights. He brings them home crusty, in a bag.
I keep imagining myself bleeding out from my neck and stomach whenever i get angry or sad, it’s not normal, I know that much.
