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You know, when I left the house today I was thinking "Damn,"
"I really hope some hot chick paints my brians all over some ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ hallway."
And here we are.
I mean really , just absolutely destroy me.
I'm talkin' full on, watermelon-in-the-thighs level carnage.
And I want it to scare the ♥♥♥♥ outta me.
I mean I hope I piss myself. I hope I piss myself and you call me
your little "peepee pisspiss boy."
I want you to ♥♥♥♥ me up.
I mean I want you to make me your ♥♥♥♥♥.
Your little peepee-piss-myself-♥♥♥♥♥.
I want it to get embarrassing.
I mean like... wierdly embarrassing
Unsanitary, too.
We should be entirely different people,
by the end of the first eight hours.
Do you understand what I'm trying to say here?
I mean, I'm a real freak. I'm not normal.
Ma'am...
Please...
You have to crush me.