so aPRANTLY MY FATHER USED TO IRONICALLY OWN A DILDO IN COLLEGE AND HE USED TO FREAK OUT HIS DORM MATES BY PLACING IT IN RANDOM PLACES LIKE THEIR COAT POCKETS AND IN THE BATHTUB
HE NAMED IT JIMMY AND NO ONE KNEW WHO THE FUCK OWNED IT FOR MONTHS AND EVERY CALLED IT THE DICK GHOST OH MY GUCKIGN GO D
let this die in peace
Someone needs to continue this tradition
You get a strange feeling when you’re about to leave a place. Like you’ll not only miss the people you love but you’ll miss the person you are now at this time and this place, because you’ll never be this way ever again.