Rubber skunk/otter, wiggly and squirmy, 90% sub, fond of diapers, chastity, rubber, hypnosis, and omorashi. Expect phone doodles and horny musings from this account. Ask me about my art commissions!
We're not that far from this day mark my words, ads for a fiber supplement that's catering to gamers with some tongue in cheek over-familiarity are going to be real and it's going to feel very bad when that day comes
Here's a thing that happened to one of my friends. I was one of my friends.
Basically, we were walking down the sidewalk, talking about something
meaningless. I think it had to do with a movie. Then this
screeche
ch ch. screeeeeeeeeeeeee
ches up, stops
next to us, and a bunch of people with "Dish with Chish" shirts climbed out and
started peating him. up. I was
punched
punched
punched
punched
and kunched and kicked a bit too, and
kicked a bit too, and
chicken bits too. After figuring out what's happening, I
died.
After figuring out what's happening, I started a panic attack, getting off
h
m
m.
but I managed to avoid lion rotation by going full faces. He was quite jinjure but
I called 911 and I called 711 and I called my mom and I
called every day and I called
the hospital. I was fine, with only a cup -
hah, ah, atch
oo
!
Down with sneeze.
