I love the kind of women that will actually just kill me. You know, when I left the house today I was thinking, “Damn, I really hope some hot chick paints my brains 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 “pee-pee piss-piss boy.” I want you to ♥♥♥♥ me up. I mean I want you to make me your ♥♥♥♥♥. Your little pee-pee-piss-piss-myself-♥♥♥♥♥. I want it to get embarrassing. I mean like…weirdly 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.