“SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP. NOT TALKING ABOUT THIS WITH MY MOTHER SHUT UP. STOP BEING GAY THIS LOUD.”

“I’m not putting anything near my ass. Y’see how flat it is? All muscle. No meat. No fwap to it. Ain’t nobody going near that.” “And now that you mentioned him, out of spite the chances have dropped even more.”

“That would be— SUCH a waste. Why would I make my ass have some bounce when I could save that kind of energy for something much more convenient. Besides, I sure as hell didn’t get your height. Call him—? That’s a funny one.”

“Eh, most people I know are more concerned with the shazam than the actual material. It’s like theatre. And no, in fact, I’ve done everything to not talk to that.. thing.”

“Artist eyes—? F a m i l y ass—?? It wouldn’t have been an accident. I would have recorded it. And sent that.”

TV static brain.

Get in, ma.

Time to commit crime-.

Uh sure.

It begins again.

No one.

We’ve come too far to stop now.

Homicide by cheeks.

Yes.

Next fucker to look at him funny is getting shitrocked-.

//No cum.

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