‘I would like to pour melted butter on Jacob Frye. Imagine him, tied up on a bed of mashed potatoes, narrating everything that’s being done to him, describing the feeling of being a buttered Frye… it’ll be hard not to slip off him later… when he’s filling me with his “gravy.”’
Confession [x]
Never forget ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)