friendly mate ❣️

May I, a woman respecting and feminist-supportive male, see at least one breast from you my queen? I do not mean to come on as an improper male, and if this request disturbs you, please make me aware. You, my queen, deserve the utmost respect of any female. However, many of my gender seem to sexualize women and view them as sex toys. However, my Queen, I do not share these views. Rather, I value the female spectrum of the human race as the superior, and I, a respectful male, request for the viewing of an isolated, singular breast from your body. I await your response my Queen.

well played, bro

+rep super reliable

Carlos was vibing HARD, mariachi blasting, feeling invincible. Ricky handed him some “super spice,” and Carlos was like, “Bet.” Snorted that line like a pro, and BOOM—man got blue-screened. Brain fried, heart tap-dancing, body folded like a quesadilla.

José, the neighbor legend, hears the silence (Carlos’ mariachi never stops, EVER). Kicks the door open like a WWE star and sees Carlos flopped. “¡CARLOS, NOOO!” he screams, dialing 911 while low-key panicking.

Paramedics bust in, hit Carlos with Narcan like it’s a cheat code. POW—he gasps awake, looking like he just saw God and lost the argument.

Moral? Ricky’s spice is NOT it. Carlos = walking L. 💀

+rep cool person!