Idk what the heck those gumballs are made of but they sure as hell don’t seem to be good for him
I mean i get that they were doing it in your room but why tf u gotta call them that and tell em theyre shameless when theres literally people fucking out in the open downstairs? Like at least they had the decency to go to a damn room. Not like they knew it was urs and not like they knew ya’ll was waiting
I just wanna say condolences to whoever’s gon sit and lie down on that couch cause that thing, it— it ain’t the cleanest of things
I swear to god if that brother of his is doing this shit because he secretly has a thing for his ass like why? What tf he do to u
That man made the wise choice of yeeting outta there instead of investigating that damn mirror
I had hope but it came flying out the window along with my grades
About damn time he took out the sword