Chicago Gooner
Active Member
FFS, this is becoming more and more difficult to deal with. I know that the neighbors can't smell it or at least I'm hoping they can't, not a lot of people know about what I have in my closet either. On the way back from a dog walk last night, two pigs were chatting away by my place, I thought I was going to shit my pants thinking they're there to pick me up.
It's a fucked up feeling, one day I feel confident and untouchable and the other I'm dreading to go back home from work, it sucks. The bigger the ladies, the bigger the paranoia.
It's a fucked up feeling, one day I feel confident and untouchable and the other I'm dreading to go back home from work, it sucks. The bigger the ladies, the bigger the paranoia.