I Wonder, Too

I wonder how many threads I killed yesterday? Looks like at least 5. That has to be some kind of record.
 
I wonder what their problem is, they don't even know me, but I could guess. Hmm
 
I wonder if it was everything and a bag of chips? Like going on a vacation, new sights and smells, things to taste and try. But then towards the end, you look forward to going home. The familiar, the comfortable, your favorite.
 
I wonder what's been happening since I've been gone and how all my old Lit friends are doing today
 
When you figure that out, be sure to let the rest of us know. We often wonder the same thing.

I figured it out. My life thought it was going to fuck me up the arse, I decided to tie it up and make it my little bitch instead.

Tally fucking ho!
 
Is there a word for someone with whom you've indirectly had sex because your partner had sex with them?
 
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