When a lasagna is fantastic, oh my it's wonderful. But if the middle layer is made of poop I'm going to stop eating when I reach the poop layer. Like, one bite might be just my taste buds glitching, or something weird, maybe someone farted when I took that bite – but nope, there's a recurring poop smell and taste? Out to the trash it goes.
You shouldn't have to swallow poop from a partner. Not that everything has to be sunshine and roses, but mind games have no place in a healthy relationship between consenting adults, just like poop has no place in lasagna.
The sword.
I'd hate if someone bought me socks and a purse
When a lasagna is fantastic, oh my it's wonderful. But if the middle layer is made of poop I'm going to stop eating when I reach the poop layer. Like, one bite might be just my taste buds glitching, or something weird, maybe someone farted when I took that bite – but nope, there's a recurring poop smell and taste? Out to the trash it goes.
You shouldn't have to swallow poop from a partner. Not that everything has to be sunshine and roses, but mind games have no place in a healthy relationship between consenting adults, just like poop has no place in lasagna.
Wow you’ve given me a lot to think about. I appreciate it, thank you