you knock on my door and hear loud barking and scrambling noises and me yelling “no!! down boy!! down!!!” and then when i open the door there is a single crab on the floor
single, you say?
wrong blog
no come back i want a piece of that old man pussy
g-g-ghost of christmas future?
i believe the term is ‘ghost of christmas yet to come’ and lets just say.. something will be coming tonight ;)
what part of me wanting to know about the single crab makes you think you have a shot?