Y’know, when I left the the house today I was thinking, damn, I 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’ watermelon in the thighs level carnage. And I want it to scare the ♥♥♥♥ out of 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… 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