theres something about mary:
she farts alot when i sleep on her lap
i don't mind even if it smells
cos shes the air that i breathe in
hot air, polluted air, stench, foul..
anything.. as long as its part of air
i will still live on with the dream
she sweats like a sticky tape
but i dont care cos sticky tapes are useful
and shes a double sided one.. better than glue..
u can stick ur hand there when ur tired of it hangin
or when your hands are full.. can always stick a bag on it.
she jiggles alot.. when she walk, run or go down the stairs
or when she giggle or laugh or just literally breathe..
i dont give a damn... actually i do.. hell yeah i like it that way..
when it peeks in n out from the right corner of my eye..
1st it sends cold shivers down my spine then hot blood up my brain
then everything starts to swirl and my heart starts chugging like a train.
gosh.. life's like a rainbow hangin on a sunny blue sky with fluffy white clouds
and fades like magic green torch dancing in the alaskan sky.
i tried multiplyin my best orgasm by a thousand n im still nowhere near it
one word: boomcikaboomcikawakacikaboomba!



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