I’m writing out some of Bill’s heart events, and one of them involves making pottery.
And oh my god, the sexual innuendos will. Not. Stop!
Just check out this line:
Bill: “Look, it’s all wet now. Now we just need to add some pressure onto the clay to make it taller … You’re doing a very good job.”
Bill: “Then … place your foot on the pedal below you, and slowly push down.”
I’m honestly not even trying to make this perverted …