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and his shirt: photoshop-and-chocolate today i learned nipples grow back and now have to figure out what to do with this information photoshop-and-chocolate (Why did you have to take us down with you oh my god)) cuz if i needed to learn it everyone else has to too dualclock I know nipples grow back because once when i was in middle school in my art class a bunch of dudesat my table who were always fucking around instead of doing their work heard a rumor that if you spray AXE directly onto your nipple for exactly sixty seconds, and flicked it, your nipple will come off. So the moment the teacher left the room to go to the bathroom or something, they whip out a can and one brave soul among their number begins to spray himself, while the others chanted ritualistically. At 60 seconds, they watched, giggling as the young man put his hand up to his breast and flicked. to their horror, the nipple did come off and, at ballistic speeds, soared across the table and hit me right in the cheek. And stuck. So everyone who was aware of this spectacle is sitting there in stunned silence, all while blood gushed from the nipple hole of the young man. I am so stunned that I am literally incapable of moving, having astral-projected so far away from this disembodied nipple that i may as well have been a dead man. The teacher returns and his shirt comes down, in an attempt to hide the tomfoolery, but yall know AXE Body Spray knows nothing of mercy, and almost immediately she was alerted to the scent of defeat and the sight of blood seeping through the young mans shirt. She didnt ask for an explaination, simply advised him to take the pass and go to the nurse. As he stands to go, his fellow comerade, remembering me suddenly, reaches over and plucks the bodiless nipple from my cheek, like a grape from the vine, and runs up to his friend with the words "dont forget your nipple". It was a moving experience that honestly changed my life forever. I'm a new man after that day. The day he became a man
 and his shirt: photoshop-and-chocolate
 today i learned nipples grow back and now have to figure out what to do with
 this information
 photoshop-and-chocolate
 (Why did you have to take us down with you oh my god))
 cuz if i needed to learn it everyone else has to too
 dualclock
 I know nipples grow back because once when i was in middle school in my art
 class a bunch of dudesat my table who were always fucking around instead of
 doing their work heard a rumor that if you spray AXE directly onto your nipple
 for exactly sixty seconds, and flicked it, your nipple will come off. So the
 moment the teacher left the room to go to the bathroom or something, they
 whip out a can and one brave soul among their number begins to spray himself,
 while the others chanted ritualistically. At 60 seconds, they watched, giggling
 as the young man put his hand up to his breast and flicked. to their horror, the
 nipple did come off and, at ballistic speeds, soared across the table and hit me
 right in the cheek. And stuck. So everyone who was aware of this spectacle is
 sitting there in stunned silence, all while blood gushed from the nipple hole of
 the young man. I am so stunned that I am literally incapable of moving, having
 astral-projected so far away from this disembodied nipple that i may as well
 have been a dead man. The teacher returns and his shirt comes down, in an
 attempt to hide the tomfoolery, but yall know AXE Body Spray knows nothing of
 mercy, and almost immediately she was alerted to the scent of defeat and the
 sight of blood seeping through the young mans shirt. She didnt ask for an
 explaination, simply advised him to take the pass and go to the nurse. As he
 stands to go, his fellow comerade, remembering me suddenly, reaches over
 and plucks the bodiless nipple from my cheek, like a grape from the vine, and
 runs up to his friend with the words "dont forget your nipple". It was a moving
 experience that honestly changed my life forever. I'm a new man after that day.
The day he became a man

The day he became a man

and his shirt: photoshop-and-chocolate today i learned nipples grow back and now have to figure out what to do with this information photoshop-and-chocolate (Why did you have to take us down with you oh my god)) cuz if i needed to learn it everyone else has to too dualclock I know nipples grow back because once when i was in middle school in my art class a bunch of dudesat my table who were always fucking around instead of doing their work heard a rumor that if you spray AXE directly onto your nipple for exactly sixty seconds, and flicked it, your nipple will come off. So the moment the teacher left the room to go to the bathroom or something, they whip out a can and one brave soul among their number begins to spray himself, while the others chanted ritualistically. At 60 seconds, they watched, giggling as the young man put his hand up to his breast and flicked. to their horror, the nipple did come off and, at ballistic speeds, soared across the table and hit me right in the cheek. And stuck. So everyone who was aware of this spectacle is sitting there in stunned silence, all while blood gushed from the nipple hole of the young man. I am so stunned that I am literally incapable of moving, having astral-projected so far away from this disembodied nipple that i may as well have been a dead man. The teacher returns and his shirt comes down, in an attempt to hide the tomfoolery, but yall know AXE Body Spray knows nothing of mercy, and almost immediately she was alerted to the scent of defeat and the sight of blood seeping through the young mans shirt. She didnt ask for an explaination, simply advised him to take the pass and go to the nurse. As he stands to go, his fellow comerade, remembering me suddenly, reaches over and plucks the bodiless nipple from my cheek, like a grape from the vine, and runs up to his friend with the words "dont forget your nipple". It was a moving experience that honestly changed my life forever. I'm a new man after that day. The day he became a man
 and his shirt: photoshop-and-chocolate
 today i learned nipples grow back and now have to figure out what to do with
 this information
 photoshop-and-chocolate
 (Why did you have to take us down with you oh my god))
 cuz if i needed to learn it everyone else has to too
 dualclock
 I know nipples grow back because once when i was in middle school in my art
 class a bunch of dudesat my table who were always fucking around instead of
 doing their work heard a rumor that if you spray AXE directly onto your nipple
 for exactly sixty seconds, and flicked it, your nipple will come off. So the
 moment the teacher left the room to go to the bathroom or something, they
 whip out a can and one brave soul among their number begins to spray himself,
 while the others chanted ritualistically. At 60 seconds, they watched, giggling
 as the young man put his hand up to his breast and flicked. to their horror, the
 nipple did come off and, at ballistic speeds, soared across the table and hit me
 right in the cheek. And stuck. So everyone who was aware of this spectacle is
 sitting there in stunned silence, all while blood gushed from the nipple hole of
 the young man. I am so stunned that I am literally incapable of moving, having
 astral-projected so far away from this disembodied nipple that i may as well
 have been a dead man. The teacher returns and his shirt comes down, in an
 attempt to hide the tomfoolery, but yall know AXE Body Spray knows nothing of
 mercy, and almost immediately she was alerted to the scent of defeat and the
 sight of blood seeping through the young mans shirt. She didnt ask for an
 explaination, simply advised him to take the pass and go to the nurse. As he
 stands to go, his fellow comerade, remembering me suddenly, reaches over
 and plucks the bodiless nipple from my cheek, like a grape from the vine, and
 runs up to his friend with the words "dont forget your nipple". It was a moving
 experience that honestly changed my life forever. I'm a new man after that day.
The day he became a man

The day he became a man

and his shirt: sirlestrange: probablystilladoreyou: #and his shirt finally fits
 and his shirt: sirlestrange:

probablystilladoreyou:

#and his shirt finally fits

sirlestrange: probablystilladoreyou: #and his shirt finally fits