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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 "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 embarrasing. 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.