Every morning I clock into work, and 12 hours later I clock out covered in love because someone dropped their phone while looking at wholesome yuri and turned the whole trip into a goddamn gangbang. I can’t take it anymore. I’m literally knee deep in spunk by the end of the day, because all you motherfuckers are apparently lubing up your hands and can’t get a grip. We’ve all had to start wearing blindfolds when we exit the front so we don’t accidentally get a peak and start furiously cranking our thighs to “wholesome stories” or “true love” or whatever the newest vanilla fad is.
For the love of god, stop dropping your phone on the fucking train.
Stop dropping your phone on the fucking train
Every morning I clock into work, and 12 hours later I clock out covered in love because someone dropped their phone while looking at wholesome yuri and turned the whole trip into a goddamn gangbang. I can’t take it anymore. I’m literally knee deep in spunk by the end of the day, because all you motherfuckers are apparently lubing up your hands and can’t get a grip. We’ve all had to start wearing blindfolds when we exit the front so we don’t accidentally get a peak and start furiously cranking our thighs to “wholesome stories” or “true love” or whatever the newest vanilla fad is.
For the love of god, stop dropping your phone on the fucking train.