I want a man who can put me in a death roll.
I want a man who can put me in a death roll.
Who up strokin’ their mole?
LOST.
I have had so many fucking people recommend I sit down and watch it. I’ve tried. I simply cannot get into it, and at this point, I’m halfway convinced that what people actually enjoyed was the sense of community around the show.
Congrats to the instance for standing strong for two years, and to many more! It’s really cool to see you doing something extra to include the community in celebration.
Okay, then make it as catchy as Love Shack, you stupid bird.
And where do they do it most? In your chair, man!
Given it’s a dream, there could be some interpretation that the OOP is craving emotional stability.
His own subconscious doesn’t even want to have mindless pleasure anymore, but comfort. He denies himself because he doesn’t truly want sex, but the stability of deep, emotional contact.
What is it with casting directors and a hatred for Patrick Stewart’s mobility‽