you're a living, breathing, contradiction, but i still love you though. or do i? after all i've been getting good advice that you've been mischevious and laying all that by the wayside. all for pussy. your pussy. it must be nice to hold such fruit. to stop traffic. i could see myself hitting a car. giving you my savings, trinkets, bracelets, anklets, diamonds for you to place on your belly. so firm. a marvel in denim. how long can you hold this root to me. like Pepe Le Peu, you lead me around with that stripe on your tail, but in the end, it's only paint.Birth sign: Virgo
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