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If I were a serial killer, then I would totally wear your skin while dancing to 80s songs.
"'Twas a night laced with thick fog. The stars shone a pale blue across her sweat-soaked bosom. Verily, I did jizz upon her. And from whence the gossamer trail spewed, there remained a single luminescent droplet, a token from the gods of indulgence, which I took up on a fingertip and smeared across my teeth.Then, I manfully withdrew to my bed chambers and left the cab fair upon the boudoir chair. When I awoke, my cd player had vanished.That dastardly wench has availed me of my phonograph and ear pieces. Forsooth, she is a rogue, a rogue bedecked with my sperms." - Mac
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