2%.

What to do.

I’m thinking of semen. I’m thinking you play it where it lies. I’m saying you give me a kiss. I know what I taste like, it’s no surprise. I don’t know what you taste like with my semen in you, but I’ll find out.

It’s not honey. That’s pretty funny. I’m not laughing but don’t take it personally.

It’s hammock fucking. You know how much precision that takes? The amount of brain power? All the tiny movements to keep from stumbling out? It’s not easy. It takes skill.

Shit. 1%!

Alright. Your sweaty hair is gorgeous. It smells like it should. Come here and let me kiss your forehead. I’ll prove it.

Talk apocalypse to me.