I posted a single innocuous inquiry about chubby chasing, and the clown is ALREADY standing outside my home office window. How he managed to bypass the estate security is anyone's guess, but also utterly predictable. He's out there posing like Justin Beiber. On his way to make One Less Lonely (Fat) Girl. https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/2172617eea7f.jpeg
YOUR IMPERIAL MIGHTINESS. I WOULD NEVER.
Oh dont worry she does give the final approval. We share a house afterall. And dont worry, I do my share. I cook, I clean, I pamper her, I care for the grubs. Being god tier is fucking awesome because I get to love my wife beyond mortal limitations
My eyes are simply glazing over at the thin, cheap veneer of these reassurances.
Is it seriously so hard to believe that two consenting adults compromised and made an agreement that works? Quite an immature and close minded way to look at things Ms. Crocker.
You ought to report this to a news outlet. The world will be UTTERLY SHOCKED at the prospect that JANE CROCKER might not be gung-ho and slinging placation about this hippie-dippie commune living. Also. *Closed-minded. And also *after all. This concludes our interaction. You're dismissed.
Not the grammar corrections goodness gracious how will I ever recover? Suit yourself Ms. Crocker, but just know the offer's still on the table. Hmu if you ever tire of the corporate masking sweetheart.
DON'T let him in, it isn't worth it.
!your PlumP ANd rubenesque is simPly bewitching messiah! dONT be too HARd on a Poor jester for being MESMERIZEd by dIVINITY
H3'S R34LLY GOOD 4T TH4T