sooooooo, anyway. how you are? what are you doing tonite?will that include a sac of watermellons?
And that sac being your boobs,
SO CAN I EAT YO WATTA MELLONS!?
im parched and need hydration from the lickity sweetness of the land of tits
or by god damn i'll throw a fit!
I'll whine and scream just like a child you wish you never had.
I'll throw my peas out the window and it will land on the newly fixed windshield,
broken by a previous bowl of mooshy fewd.
I'll run around and feed your cows, and yes i mean THOSE COWS.
The cows that are your tits, your beautiful utters that flomp around without support,
'less of course they are bit on the shy side and don't hang loose like a drunk senior citizen.
Then by all means show your mounds, the proud things you have found when you started
to develop hair under there.
Moving along pubic hair and such, what about the pimples some people never got, don't you wish you could
just flick yours off and onto their spotless face? A little splatter art with puss and blood for those who know all too well what happens when you pop a serious "biggie".
But it's cool, you grow older and understand it all. The birds and the bees become natural things like they always have been. You live amongst flowery dreams and nestle in your own creativity. You want to tell others what you have found, but they are so uptight and dreamless that they have lost what it really means.
don't be a fool, stay cool, cause that's all you.
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