Or when you dissociate so hard that the captcha says to pick traffic lights and you mark off the crosswalks
32F. I went ghost hunting naked on a dare. Old abandoned house, place falling apart, rumored to be haunted. Left my clothes on the porch and walked right in. The rumors were true, there was something there. Dark apparition, moving around here and there, disappearing, re-appearing later. I was scared, but honestly more embarrassed that a ghost saw me naked.
I ain’t got time to play with crackers like corvallus or backdoor Barry! I want cheeks here and now on my bone but I ain’t paying a dime and I ain’t paying for no damn taco or smoothie some young trickster named Payton made me take him to a damn smoothie shop spent damn $5.85 on some fruit milkshake and he didn’t even give up those lily white cheeks! Should be illegal to tease my bone!!!
