Why is it men always want to turn the extra room into a man-cave?
Screw you I’m turning that room into a lady cave. I’m going to go in there and read romance novels, crochet, preform witchcraft, scrap book, pet a cat, worship satan, and complain to my friends that you’re not satisfying me sexually. You can go fuck yourself.
This post haunts me.
- me: i am actually so happy with my life right now for once
- next day: *everything fucks up*
- what she says: you can touch my hair if you want
- what she means: please for the love of god play with my hair feel how soft it is i will roll over into your lap like a kitten
Nobody was expecting us
Oh, god, Monty Python spam…
finally a fandom hijack I can get behind