Sometimes I sit in the bathtub in my basement and play with a calibre. It's always loaded. I like to un-cock and **** it because I like the sound it makes.
I also like to put it between my teeth because when the metal hits my teeth, it rings.
Feeling so close to the hand of death is sort of comforting to me. It's irrelevant to the fact that I'd much rather you be the one stuffing that gun in my mouth, than have myself do it.
I guess I give you too many privileges.
Jun 17, 2014
Jun 17, 2014 at 2:01 AM UTC
Sometimes I sit in the bathtub in my basement and play with a calibre. It's always loaded. I like to un-cock and **** it because I like the sound it makes.
I also like to put it between my teeth because when the metal hits my teeth, it rings.
Feeling so close to the hand of death is sort of comforting to me. It's irrelevant to the fact that I'd much rather you be the one stuffing that gun in my mouth, than have myself do it.
I guess I give you too many privileges.
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