The weather. Tomorrow, expect a biting cold front. Hmm, how naughty. I wonder what I'll be

wearing or taking off. The night will be wild and untamed. Expect heavy, lashing rain

that'll soak you to the skin. By Monday, temperatures will rise slowly but surely reaching

their peak in the afternoon.

Not in the mood for miserable weather.

Fly cheaply to Turkey with Sun Express.

Sun Express, non-stop sunshine.

Can I ask you a question?

Why you don't ever play with my nipples?

I got nipples too.

It's my turn to get tired up.

Not them handcuffs, though.

I got PTSD.

Welcome the hardest off.

Would men speak?

So hopefully somebody will understand.

When you say freaky, what's freaky?

What you mean by freaky?

All right, if I do this, you're not going to tell your friends, right? I want to tell you, Tony, Tony, Tony, Tony, Tony. so a couple people still in my dm last week a couple people slid in my dm last week a couple

yeah maybe like three not a lot lot. Like three. For what, though? I'm getting attacked. You're getting attacked? Finally. Fuck you mean finally. It's always me. It's always been me. Oh, you get attacked often? Yes. That doesn't make you want to change nothing? No. I hear that shit. I hear that shit.

You told me a while about I got to stop with this gay shit. Wait, wait. No, no, you can't. All right, so last week. No, no, no, no, no, not me being gay. The gay jokes. The gay jokes, my fault. Because I said gay shit like it's some shit that I be doing. You said gay shit like it's some bad shit.

Like if you can, just be gay, bro.

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