What are you wearing?
No really.
Me: Sweater and jeans and apron covered in flour from baking bread. And no socks, though it’s cold as fuck in here. I don’t like socks. I may secretly be a hobbit.
A.
What are you wearing?
No really.
Me: Sweater and jeans and apron covered in flour from baking bread. And no socks, though it’s cold as fuck in here. I don’t like socks. I may secretly be a hobbit.
A.