Today I'm going to eb doing some backflips
wee woah aye
*THUD*
Alfie did you land in poo?
No, I got muddy feet my belly hurts
*dog barks*

My name is Artour Babaevsky. I grow up in smal farm to have make potatos. Father say "Artour, potato harvest is bad. Need you to have play professional Doto in Amerikanski for make money for head-scarf for babushka."I bring honor to komrade and babushka. Sorry for is not have English.

♥♥♥♥ a hater , hit a snitch , your my girl 👭 , my 5 star ♥♥♥♥♥ , i love you more than any ♥♥♥♥ 💕💯, && if i dont get this back 🕙 , you aint worth ♥♥♥♥ !! Send this to 8 girls you care about .. 💯 I love you , I love you forever !! 💯 Whoever stops this will suffer for 83 days !! 💯💯💯 Ready, set, GO !!!! in

Rawr x3 nuzzles how are you pounces on you you're so warm o3o notices you have a bulge o: someone's happy :wink: nuzzles your necky wecky~ murr~ hehehe rubbies your bulgy wolgy you're so big :oooo rubbies more on your bulgy wolgy it doesn't stop growing ·///· kisses you and lickies your necky daddy likies (; nuzzles wuzzles I hope daddy really likes $: wiggles butt and squirms I want to see your big daddy meat~ wiggles butt I have a little itch o3o wags tail can you please get my itch~ puts paws on your chest nyea~ its a seven inch itch rubs your chest can you help me pwease squirms pwetty pwease sad face I need to be punished runs paws down your chest and bites lip like I need to be punished really good~ paws on your bulge as I lick my lips I'm getting thirsty.

You sit at the restaurant with your young son, he says he is hungry. You agree to get him dinner. You open up to the kids menu, your child is far to young for adult food. Chicken nugger stares at you from the page. You don’t understand. Your palms get sweaty and your son complains. He says he is hungry. Your mind strains, searching for an answer in a world of sweer potato and french fried. You try to order the chicken nugger, but you cannot. The words cannot escape your lips. Your son is hungry, he complains. The waitress stares at you, her head a spinning chicken nugger, her arms swinging french fried. Your son cries the tears of a chicken nugger-less child. In your mind you scream. It is raining sweer potato now, you have french fried engraved on your left temple and you do not understand. Your son weeps in the corner, he is starving. Starving for the chicken nugger.

Onii-chan please not there, it's dirty there. Don't lick me there please. Onii-chan please put it in, it feels so good. Harder,faster,deeper ♥♥♥ as much as you want. Onii-chan why did you pull it out? Onii-chan? Onii-chan? No..........Not there I poop from there, It's dirty. But it feels so good. Harder, please don't stop onii-chan I love it. Please ♥♥♥♥ ME HARDER, the ♥♥♥....... It feels so good. Thank you onii-chan.......... Onii-chan what is that on your ochinchin? Is that my poop? Let me lick it off........................ AGAIN? Why are you putting it back in................ UGHUGHGUGHGUG IT FEELS SO GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD.
PLEASE DON'T STOP *Mom walks in* Ugh? Ocasa. Oh no onii-chan. now mom knows about our secret............................. onii-chan why are you jumping out the window?