Que Sera Sera

O my Brooklyn

Various foodstuffs the shy and retiring men in my neighborhood have expressed interest in consuming together, perhaps as a metaphor for lovemaking; I’m not entirely sure, they’re so vague sometimes:

Apparently nothing about my body inspires anything that Gwyneth Paltrow would consider feeding her children, or anything that they’d make on Posh Nosh.

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