Come Hither.

Promise of you.




Same shit, different smell. We all shit the same color. There's no difference.

What the fuck (?!)

Uhm, I ... I dunno. I like talking about ... about poop. It's a bad habit of mine.

No shit! But I still love you.




And sometimes I question the reliability of those three words. It's either you hold it back too long, or you abuse them.




Now, you were saying?






They say pregnancy often leads to infants.