Every day I give my husband this ratty chewed up old dog ball as a gift and every day he loves it (and subsequently, me) more. And every day, the mayor somehow steals it from him and gives it to me he next morning. I then give it to my husband, who loves it. This cycle has been going on for years and years in game with no end in sight.
i just witnessed a 12 year old punch another 12 year old for the chance to see breasts. and not just a light tap. this was a sucker punch. if these kids arent smart enough to google “hot girl tity” they arent smart enough to fake the sound of skin hitting skin. i have found my true calling. i am not going to heaven