Oh yes, getting frisked by a 7ft tall guy weighing 400 pounds with hairy giant paws who goes by the name of ‘Grumph’. Now I understand your need for security Log in to Reply
i asked my waitress once for happiness, and she brought me a cookie. i smiled and thought, “Hrm, it’s a start.” the bitch charged me for it, too. Log in to Reply
Oh autumn.. it was perfect until you said she charged you for it.. die bitch die!!!! anyways.. I love hugs as well.. thankfully no one has called security on me yet! Log in to Reply
Oh yes, getting frisked by a 7ft tall guy weighing 400 pounds with hairy giant paws who goes by the name of ‘Grumph’.
Now I understand your need for security
i asked my waitress once for happiness, and she brought me a cookie. i smiled and thought, “Hrm, it’s a start.”
the bitch charged me for it, too.
Oh autumn.. it was perfect until you said she charged you for it.. die bitch die!!!!
anyways.. I love hugs as well.. thankfully no one has called security on me yet!
One of these days, I shall make millions from a professional hugging company.
spot on…sad , sad…
i need a hug.
All days should – must end with a hug… for sure!
aw!
*internet hug*
……
they’re just not the same, are they?