Hickeys secrets from a friend. Damn. That means I'm following you. Can you block me, please? So I'm not following you no more cuz hickeys are for kids Stop doing that in fucking high school. Okay, black space
I don't know, man. I, strangely enough, can't name a single fucking person in my friendship roster who would want to wake up with a semi-permanent blood tattoo on their fucking neck, so I'd say no one.