When you smell urine and you realize that the only place it could be coming from is your own clothing. Kind of a sad moment. You realize your humanity, your fallibility, and your abominable lack of personal hygiene.
Is that yourine I smell? Yup. Oh geez...this is the beginning of the end...
Boys who enjoy yaoi (a genre in Japan that contains sexual and/or romantic relations between two men); literally translates to "rotten boy"; corresponding female : fujoshi
May I have an order of regular degular buttermilk pancakes? Without all the added jazz? Hold the blueberry smiley face, strawberry glaze, chocolate chips and whipped cream.