Oh Gobbo.
I want to go with you into the hardest pub, sepporatly, start a fight on someone, then you can come to my rescue. We'll act like strangers until you break up the fight, where I buy you a drink. By the end of the night you can hold me in your arms, we'll propper queer it up, I'd feel so safe in your arms, yet so frightened, at the same time.
( G/PP 💩💩💩💩💩&#128, Mon 28 Jun 2010, 21:42, archived)