I feel so out of place on this confession blog. I keep seeing this swanky, saucy fantasies and I’m just over here like “IMMA GET ME A BARREL OF LUBE AND FUCKIN’ GANG BANG ALL THOSE BOYS MMMMM GOOD SHIT GOOD TIME”

[Anon r u my friend in real life because you sound like someone I know way back in high school who would say those exact same words, OMG]

Sometimes I feel that way, too. Some days I just wanna do a Sinday Sunday confession where IMMA GO GET ME SUM FAT-AZZ SAUSAGES UP IN DIS BIZ AND HAVE A GOOD TIME, MMMHMMMMM YEA LICK IT GOOD GURL, YEA TWERK ON IT GURL TWERK IIIIITTT OUUUTTTT

(I have a current admin confessional in the works about hot dogs…La Festa Italiana is to blame)