$tay ¢old

My thighs keep me warm at night, and they don’t prevent me from sleeping by snoring in my face or jamming their boners in my back (youch, dude.) Thanks for carrying me places all these years, you’re forgiven for making me look so bad in shorts and hey, sorry for all the bruises.

Here, have a donut. I love you.

ps: Peter Pan Donuts in Greenpoint does NOT fuck around.