Phil fucking Lester, the literal prince charming of my high school, just saved my pathetic ass.
trigger warnings: bullying, suicide attempts, depression, probably smut eventually.
You have your own chef, da fuk i dont even have a cheap grill o.o
why was i thinking 'two giant magnificent tits' what the hell is wrong with me
ITS ONLY THE FIRST FÜCKING CHAPTER AND I ALREADY HATE SOMEONE
he's gonna fùcking need you to he probably won't be able to find in your bill gates ass fuckin house
GE HAS A CHEF BÎTCH I CANT MAKE SPAGHETTIOS WITHOUT FÛCKIN THOS UP IF I HAD A CHEF ID GET LIKE GORMET FOOD ALL THE TIME
As big as his dîck probably but I guess you better check to make sure ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)