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You and I are just two girls trying to make it in this sex world.
I know we're not perfect-- I've certainly been guilty of rape in the past,
and I know you've dabbled in orgasms, but let's put that all in the past
and focus on what really matters: our sexy love. Without you, I'm nothing
but a rainy whore.
(Deamon Cookie to XXmese-eXXpiece-eXX)
These are the Valentines I've received!
How I long to hear your hairy song again. What was it called? Ah yes,
touch my talala. How your naughty voice lingered in the air like the
cries of a wounded zebra cake. Such orgasms! Let us join together and
thrust in unison, your p***s shaped song carrying our hearts to
HIV positive heights.
(T o a s t e d -Momo-)
You and I are just two whoore people trying to make it in this ******** world.
I know we're not perfect-- I've certainly been guilty of ******** a cow in the
past, and I know you've dabbled in shitting diamonds, but let's put that
all in the past and focus on what really matters: our crap love.
Without you, I'm nothing but a bun bun bunnnn bird.
(iiDuckButt)
I cannot begin to describe how love my heart burns for you. As I write
this, I'm charishing in my forever, unable to contain my missing desire.
Please, accept my love embrace and know that you're truly the
cherry of my eye.
(Deamon Cookie)
When I think of you, I get zebra in my small intestine. Though it makes
me feel slow, it's also exciting. Whenever we slap together, it feels
like all the angels in heaven are making at once. How could one person
make me feel simultaneously tasty and huge with nothing but a bat of
the eyelashes and a pounce of the mouth? I hope we can
keep eating together for 9000 years.
(Taste My Noodle)
You know how the song goes: "handsome men say only children rush in."
Well, I'm afraid I must. I can't wait another minute to feel your illegal
embrace. Now I know how Batman felt when the deer first parted to
reveal Darth Vader silhouetted against a kind sky. It was love at first sight!
Please be mine. I'll be right here, living x-rated until you get here.
(Deamon Cookie)
You know how the song goes: "Gay men say only vergins rush in." Well, I'm afraid I must. I can't wait another minute to feel your gracefull embrace. Now I know how Batman felt when the vergin first pentrated to reveal Darth Vader fingering himself against a kind sky. It was love at first sight! Please be mine. I'll be right here, liveing x-rated until you get here.
(Deamon Cookie)
Sent!
When I think of you, I get kittens in my ovaries. Though it makes me
feel sexy, it's also exciting. Whenever we clean together, it feels like all the
angels in heaven are humping at once. How could one person make me
feel simultaneously gay and sparkly with nothing but a bat of the eyelashes
and a give of the eyes? I hope we can keep swimming together for a
million years.
You know how the song goes, "rough men say only fingers rush in."
Well, I'm afraid I must. I can't wait another minute to feel your fuzzy
embrace. Now I know how Harry Potter first felt when the books first parted
to reveal Bella Swan silhouetted against a playful sky. It was unloved
at first sight! Please be mine. I'll be right here, surprising extremely until
you get here.
I believe it was Adam Lambert who once sang, "Oh, my cat, my bed,
I've hungered for your star a long, soft time." Well, that's exactly how I feel.
Or should I quote your favorite rapper, Eminem, who said,
"Grieving ain't easy, but it's necessary, and I'm chasing hand like
Tom chases Jerry." Either way, you know what I'm getting at.
Will you be my Valentine?
I cannot begin to describe how passionately my toes burn for you.
As I write this, I'm humping in my kitten, unable to contain my sexing
desire. Please, accept my loving embrace and know that you are
truly the guava of my eye.
Please, my beloved, come with me on a cuddly journey to the deepest
love of my heart. Any fool could see that we're meant for each other;
won't you join me in Spoons and dance with me across the undulating sex?
The wait is to much to bear. Can't we just cast aside the formality of courtship
and love like humping fingers?
How I long to hear your rough song again. What was it called? Ah yes,
bad romance. How your fiery voice lingered in the air like the cries of a
wounded, frisky lion. Such muttony! Let us join together and make love
in unison, your hot song carrying our hearts to warm heights.
I cannot describe how sexily my testicles burn for you. As I write this,
I'm jizzing in my fire, unable to contain my humping desire. Please,
accept my groping embrace and know that you're truly the mango of my eye.
You know how the song goes, "hot men say only certain things rush in."
Well, I'm afraid I must. I can't wait another minute to feel your longing
embrace. Now I know how Edward Cullen first felt when the curtains
first parted to reveal Jacob Black silhouetted against a fiery sky.
It was gayness at first sight! Please be mine. I'll be right here, longing
forever until you get here.
 Commander Weedicide · Thu Feb 11, 2010 @ 12:21am · 2 Comments |
