If you were to ask me how many t pickles I had from stumbling across catholic yaoi I'd say I have two, which is strange because I have two. Most of the dialogs was just catholic guilt, oh boy was it real repetitive stuff.
If you were to ask me how many t pickles I had from stumbling across catholic yaoi I'd say I have two, which is strange because I have two. Most of the dialogs was just catholic guilt, oh boy was it real repetitive stuff.