oh yes ladies, the dreaded time of yesr is upon us again, the time of year when perfectly sane and rational (and thinking mans crumpet types like my good self) suddenly comtemplete taking a shed load of paracets and eneding it all. It here...............
Swimsuit buying time.
Shiiiiiiiit, standing in a box type fucking mirrored coffin and looking at myself in an all-encompassing visual abuse scenario whilst some skinny bint offers to get it me in the next size up.
Save me from this dear God, i beg you
