you’re the window to my wall
you’re the sweat that drips down my balls
i think i’d only get married if i was proposed to with a donut
i came home and my mom said “you smell like a blunt….. and three or four cigarettes”
you’re the window to my wall
you’re the sweat that drips down my balls
i think i’d only get married if i was proposed to with a donut
i came home and my mom said “you smell like a blunt….. and three or four cigarettes”