Well, I’m in love. And I’m officially in a relationship. A sapphic, incestuous tryst of bestial proportions. Because I’m henceforth spoken for. By my fur-niece. Who I’m stealing very soon. (50 Sheds of White – the love story of home-wrecker and non-housebroken…) This bish genuinely thinks she’s a lap dog. And I just don’t have the heart to hold up the mirror like Elephant Man’s antagonists, and reveal her true.. Read More