Guess what, sometimes something good happens to you and you want to celebrate with a family dinner at Olive Garden.
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Theory:your housekeeper had sex in the shower with her boyfriend, then used your clothes as a towel.
Folded on the table When I got back they were hung up, wet
They're pretty fucking wet, like some shit is soaked. And everything else is dry. It's really creepy.
Or rather, pics of the sopping wet clothes.
Genghis Cohen has probably already joined the Deep Ones in sunken R'lyeh, swimming among it's non-Euclidean geometry and gibbering blasphemies until such a time as he and the other loathsome fishmen will rise out the sea to reclaim Earth for their dark masters.