i love the kind of women that’ll actually just kill me. you know when I left the house 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 talking 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.. 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.