OoooooooOOOOooOOooooooooooo.
That’s good name.
Light my fire.
Touch my monkey.
Consider it touched.
Now, bang my gavel.
Please 6 my 9.
Only if you 4 my 2.
So, who wants to toss the old salad?
Butter my muffin.
tongue jack my shitbox.
i win.
either that or “tongue polish my turd cutter”
either way, i still win.
Look again, scooter. I beat you by two posts.
I don’t know what you think you’ve won anyway. A shift key for your keyboard perhaps?
Hey, Betsy - fuck me.
Maybe he’s possessed by the spirit of e e cummings.
nope. shift key works just fine. i opt to neglect it with any form of internet communication.
and besides, i painted the picture much more vividly.
i hope i won me a plate of chocolate chip cookies.
i could go for some cookies right now
Look at my etchings.
Are you lookin’ at my bum? Bum looker! Cheeky monkey!
Do that again.
Paint my dick red and call me lipstick!
Someone needs to shift his key alright.
Please, won’t someone frost my preserves?
Sit on my face and tell me you love me.
I’ll sit on your face, and tell you I love you. Oh I love the way that you moralize…
Sorry
In the meantime, could you toss my salad?
Certainly, I’ve got these enormous wooden utensils with your name written all over them.
Really. It says right there in red crayon, “Shib…O…Lef…”
What? Oh, erm…right.
Won’t someone puh-leeze play with my perineum?
Only if you’ll diddle my uvula in return.