I have a very personal relationship with my Keurig. His name’s Kevin he’s a chill ass stoner who makes a killer cup of Joe. Dude’s cool and has a cup ready for me asap in the morning. Kevin you’re awesome bro and I love you man.
My mom walked into the kitchen just in time to see me rocking out and mouthing High Enough into a lint brush. I’m less embarrassed and more surprised it took 23 years for her to walk in on me singing into an inatimate object
Wait why the heck NOT WHY CANT ROY SUB HE ALWAYS TOPPIN LET THE SHRIMP DO THE PEGGING. I mean Roy could also use a dildo on Ed ??? It's inATIMATE?? He would have trouble finding his hole tho he's invisible I'm assuming
NO not totally Roy’s the only one who can see him READ IT
WELL THEY COULD SWITCH BUT IM TRYNA FIND A WAY FOR THEM TO BOTH GET GOOD AT THE SAME TIME
Hi Just wanted to let u know I love the prompt, "write a letter from an inatimate object to an atimate one" It inspired a poem I wrote today. I have been doing a 30 day poem challenge to get myself writing often again. Today was particularly tough because after 28 days one can get stuck. I'm glad I stumbled upon your post. Thx for sharing ur writing. It's great stuff.