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Korra's quest for pleasurable penis/pussy playtime pesters her psyche

I'm starting to hallucinate. I was hanging with a male friend who I know has a mild crush on me and I thought "hmmmmm—maybe if I'm really drunk and I squint I can make this work." This is not me, you guys. I usually do not even think of treating people like that. But this has been my frame of mind for the past month. Ever since the thing with the drummer fell through (seriously though, we were rounding third preparing to steal home) I've been checking people out on the sly. I'm Tina Belcher. I'm out of control.

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You guyyyyzzzzzzzzzzz, I feel like a whiny cat on GT's fence in the summertime.

MEYOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWHERE'STHEFANTASTICSINGLELIFEIWASPROMISED?!?!?

MMRRRRAAAAAAWWWWWHYCAN'TIFINDANYONETOHAVESEXWITHME?!?!?!!?

MeWHERETHEFUCKDIDMYDILDOGO?!?!

There are no purrs. Purrs=satisfaction and I can't get no. satisfaction.

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