Hurley's House for Haunted Hounds

everyone needs to stop having sex youre supposed to jerk off to your concepts face down in your dark bedroom

kinda bullshit the English language doesn't have a discrete word for an unlit campfire. you light a campfire, but what is it before you light it? also a campfire, I guess. I need to invent a word that can be intuitively understood as "the arrangement of wood that is intended to become a campfire"

well "an arrangement of wood that is intended to become a campfire" sounds like it's just a bundle of sticks and I think there is a collective word for that maybe

one moment ☝️ *pauses the blowjob to start violently coughing up blood*

did a bit of driving through the state of georgia today and wound up driving through a small town that i later discovered was called newborn, which is an odd name but doesn’t technically have anything wrong with it, except for the fact that i nearly gave myself whiplash doing a double-take at a building sign advertising NEWBORN TAXIDERMY

sorry for the delay in responding to your message. I was walking around the house with unclear intentions

really wanna throw this stone so it's awesome that i can see my target so good through my glass house

haha buddye we are playing rocks!!! *fucking shatters your whole goddamn

you know you are really being very solipsistic and self-centred right now. the universe is vast and you are not the protgaonist of every story. have you considered that from some prespectives, the radiator is being handcuffed to you?

said "can you calm down or do you need a leash" to a horny guy and i instantly realized it worsened the situation

keep twisting the narrative I'm almost there