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**kin’ hallway.” and here we are. I mean just really absolutely destroy me, i’m talkin’ full on watermelon-in-the-thighs level carnage. And I want it to scare the shit 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 f**k me up, I mean I want you to make me your bitch, your little peepee piss myself bitch. 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.
