So Cae will not shut the fuck up about this Josh guy. I’ve written down what she’s said the past few hours while driving (these are just the highlights, by the way):
“I bet his dick tastes like chocolate.”
You know Cae, maybe it does. We may never know, will we? That’s one of the mysteries of life.
“He hugs like a stallion kicks.”
I don’t know what the fuck this means.
“Once we shared a wheelchair and I sat in it and he did too and it was the most perfect moment ever.”
I... I don’t. I don’t understand. Why are wheelchairs romantic? Why would you share one?
“His stubble is really hot.”
I guess stubble’s hot. I don’t really know.
“I think that if I saw his dick my head would explode.”
One would only hope. And maybe his head would explode too. Maybe both! HEYOOOOOO!
“He has a girlfriend.”
This is always the last thing she says, right before she reaches for a bottle of alcohol.
It’s kind of depressing, in a way.
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Caligula and Caesar's American Adventure
Teen FictionJoin Cali and Cae as they explore the vast expanse of the Americas, and the lovely platonic-yet-slightly-lesbianic relationship they have with one another. Bands, books, ice cream, and confusing British terminology are all conversations on the table...
