just allllllllllllll types of wrong...

I actually prayed that he doesn't have whack sex.

I know I'm going to hell with gasoline draws wearing roller skates, while drinking a kerosene juice box.

Let's not serve up steak (no pun intended) on a garbage lid here.

Give me a juicy rib eye on a Mikasa plate. #pleaseandthanks

Amen.

*After reading this I think I need to pray he has bomb-backbreaking, turn you out, look for you in the day light with a flashlight sex. #pleaseandthanks

Amen...again.