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@wilosaur One is an obsession of endearment the other is an obsession of despair

tell me tell me tell it to me, tell it straight what is the difference between love and hate?

@OkayValve Just except you’re a hot commodity

100??????????????

@OkayValve *Gently swirls and rubs belly button*

please punch my ribs till they turn purple and I'm crying

@OkayValve So inspirational

my friend helped me put on eye lashes for the first time yesterday and I keep crying and ruining them

@OkayValve Can I be one🥹

the foidlings are multiplying

cock reveal in ONE hour

@OkayValve I was so confused on why I kept getting notifs for moid #bringbackthefoid

Hey guys #man

Husband Test: I am a poor husband (31.2%). idrlabs.com/husband-rating… via @idr_labs

@OkayValve You are more than just your body. You are the UPS girl that brings us happiness. It’s truly his loss to lose someone as funny as you and if you want to see how much of real fans love you don’t show your body show us the UPS uniform bc that’s where it’s all at 🙇‍♂️

Someone I really liked got a girlfriend, and I overstepped getting needy while drunkenly texting them and their partner didn't like it so I dropped contact. Anyway here's your stupid nudes, jerk off to my body cause its all I'm worth now I've fucked every chance at being happy.

USA. A Mexican restaurant. We had not yet ordered anything, and the food was already arriving. Chips. Salsa. Unrequested. Free. I stopped the waiter. "We have not earned these." "They just come with the table, man." They come with the TABLE. In my land, hospitality is a debt. Every gift creates an obligation, weighed carefully, returned in the proper season with interest of feeling. Here, the gift arrives before you have even proven you can pay for dinner. This is not an appetizer. This is a declaration: we trust you. Eat. I ate with the gravity the moment deserved. And then — I must report this calmly — the basket emptied, and a new one appeared. "Did we…?" "Refill," the waiter said. "It's bottomless." Bottomless. They have wells of salsa. The supply lines of this nation are beyond anything my ancestors imagined. My friend warned me. "Don't fill up on chips, dude." Too late. I had accepted three baskets. Honor demanded each one be finished — an unfinished gift is an insult. By the time my actual food arrived, I was a ruined man. I was not hungry. I was not comfortable. I had been defeated by a courtesy. Generosity that arrives before the request cannot be repaid. It can only be survived. I know the rule now. I have made my peace with the basket. One basket. Two at the most. Who am I deceiving. There is no number of baskets I would refuse. The trust of a nation is in that salsa, and I intend to honor all of it.