written by A Mental Illness Happy Hour listener whose list of fears matches mine four for four. Glad I’m not the only one.
could you please fill out this quick survey for me?
what if i died in like twenty years and all i left my girlfriend was a box and like she gasps and reaches down to her chest where her key necklace hangs that i gave her twenty two years ago, and she uses it to unlock the box and all that is in there is a string which you can pull to reveal an embarrassing photo of spongebob at the christmas party
what do you mean a g spot isn’t a place where all the homies hang out?