Like fucking clockwork, it’s always the hetero men that have all the masculine energy of a cockapoo puppy that scream the loudest about having “guts” and not being “limp-wristed” and forming “Battle Lines” (who knows why he decided to capitalize that part).
Like fucking clockwork, it’s always the hetero men that have all the masculine energy of a cockapoo puppy that scream the loudest about having “guts” and not being “limp-wristed” and forming “Battle Lines” (who knows why he decided to capitalize that part).