
Originally Posted by
BigGreen
Who the hell are you to sit up in your ivory tower, look down your nose at me and tell me that there's something wrong with me for scrambling into the bathroom after you leave and pressing my cheek to the seat in the hopes of absorbing some of the ass-warmth that is your essence? It must be nice to be so perfect all the time and have the luxury of walking around in public without the internalized shame that comes with microwaving a zip-loc baggie full of vasoline, placing it between the couch cushions and making fierce, animalistic love to it whilst reading the bernstein bears backwards as testimony to our dark lord.
Yup. Must be nice to be so god**** perfect.