It’s actually February, not January. No guy is trying to get stuck or guilted into buying a Valentine’s gift or doing Valentine’s day dinner for the girl he’s sorta banging on the regular. Trust.
It’s been a month and I’m slowly dying inside without your weekly breakdown of pretentious wedding announcements. Please, please tell me you’ll be doing another one soon
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“I’d rather risk getting my throat slit at a Sandals resort than get my dick punched in with floral arrangement bills.”
Reading that absolutely made my fucking day. I salute you sir!
It’s actually February, not January. No guy is trying to get stuck or guilted into buying a Valentine’s gift or doing Valentine’s day dinner for the girl he’s sorta banging on the regular. Trust.
It’s been a month and I’m slowly dying inside without your weekly breakdown of pretentious wedding announcements. Please, please tell me you’ll be doing another one soon