Cake. Gas. Death.
Baking cakes on the porcelain throne. I release a cream filled groan. The first slice hits. Stench is the pits. …
Baking cakes on the porcelain throne. I release a cream filled groan. The first slice hits. Stench is the pits. …
I’m stuck in a dead end like this compacted stool. I’ve been putting this off like a damned fool. It’s …