Walking ashtray.

Absolutely fucking not. That would last me an hour at most.

I don’t know whether to feel aroused or fucking appalled.

Imagine, LOL. I have a long list of motherfuckers I’d fucking love to fucking piss and shit on.

Definitely a fucking improvement.

Not nearly as long as that fucking blunt, LOL.

I’m sensing a pattern of degradation here.

My own personal lapdog—how fucking lovely.

You all need to stop fucking misbehaving. Being very fucking whorey in the strawpage. No bueno.

Duncan V.

I’d sit you down at the dinner table and teach you how to roll a blunt.

I was restricted for a fucking WEEK.

Yeah.

You're a doll. That’s very good to hear.

Well, I would fucking hope so, since you're lesbian and all that.

A hug never hurt anyone, precious. I’m not going to bite.

Anyone who makes my blood rush down to my dick, pretty much.

I’ve gotten roughly six responses on my strawpage requesting to specifically hump my leg. Thoughts?