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So, delete that screenshot, or I swear, you’ll be hearing from my lawyers.
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 want to piss myself, I want to 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…weirdly embarrassing. Unsanitary, too. We should be entirely different people by the end of the first 8 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.
I'M SIX FEET FROM THE EEEEDGE AND I'M THINKIIIIN'
MAYBE SIX FEET
AIN'T SOOO FAAAR DOOWN