- cross-posted to:
- onehundredninetysix@lemmy.blahaj.zone
- lemmyshitpost@lemmy.world
- cross-posted to:
- onehundredninetysix@lemmy.blahaj.zone
- lemmyshitpost@lemmy.world
I’d say I’m sorry for the title, but that would imply I was sorry for the title.
I’d say I’m sorry for the title, but that would imply I was sorry for the title.
for some reason this comment spawned a situation in my head:
petplay/med kink scenario where the handler is an actual veterinary, who during an “inspection” diagnoses a real problem with their partner’s health
depending on the severity of the issue this could either kill the mood immediately, or elevate it to a 100
The fowl is in breach! I’m going in!
Foal?
fowl is in breach, like, an egg?