Life Without Tongue

So my tongue is in jail right now, behind bars (made of rubber bands and teeth and wires, so maximum-security), and you’re probably wondering what that’s like. Let me show you!

Oh, and this time, I dressed up for you guys. No, not really, but I did wash my hair.

P.S. Boyfie suggested that my tongue is testing all the bars in my mouf trying to see if there’s a way out. Soon enough, Pink Prince. Soon enough!

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