I love the kind of woman that will actually just kill me. You know, when I left the house today I was thinking "Damn, I really hope some hot chick paints my brains all over some f*cking 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 sh*t out of me. I mean I hope I piss myself. I hope I piss myself and and you call me your little "peepee pisspiss boy." I want you to f*ck 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.