The ups of my life are things like dinner for three at the top of Harrod’s that cost more than my current apartments rent (and steak. oh god actual fancy steak house steak. foie gras on a rare filet), the downs are analingus for grocery money (pan fried chicken hearts in butter with rice got me through college).
The ups of my life are things like dinner for three at the top of Harrod’s that cost more than my current apartments rent (and steak. oh god actual fancy steak house steak. foie gras on a rare filet), the downs are analingus for grocery money (pan fried chicken hearts in butter with rice got me through college).
Did you mean “analogous?” Or did you have to eat ass for groceries? 🤔
Hunger is the best spice.
Did the tongue stutter?