“i want to wear shorts because it’s hot but i really hate my legs” an autobiography
“I want to wear shorts but i didnt shave” the sequel.
“I want to wear shorts but I don’t tan and I’d rather not blind you” The trilogy
“I want to wear shorts but my huge dick always sticks out” a pop-up book
a pop up book
Sitting on top of tables is one of the most satisfying things, I don’t even know why it just feels so perfect.
Sitting on top of tables increases happiness by 5000%. I wonder if anyone actually knows why.
we’re all cats in disguise?