How embarrassing would it be for my door dash driver to find out I'm eagerly awaiting my fattening double bacon π₯ π meal with large fries and large chocolate cheesecake malt by smoking πΏ with a toy in so I'm dripping π¦ wet for when the food gets here.... And I'll be gorging myself before they even leave the driveway.... and by the time I finish it all I'll be a soaked, hot, panting mess, stuck on my back... What a fat, pathetic piggie I look like.... Only for them to show up again to bring me my next meal and find me stuffed, but needing more ....