Taste youself, Dummy

Though he was so warm, Bantom never wore coats. Like, his mom would fall into a cloud of jackets for him but he would just sit, feet in the sand, hand on his throat, and Sigh. This is how its always been with Bantom. People surrounding his aura liked him in such unimpressive amounts that they persued his lust like two-tone cars persue trashy.

His nickname was "ewgross" and he used to smoke brasserettes. Him had to stop after a while cause his dad found out why all of his brass polish was missing. Bantom had two pairs of shorts: one he made out of leftovers n stuff, and the other were pleated as all get out.

I mean this kid had it aaalllll. His toys acted totes cuter for him, moist towelettes would turn into edible for him, his old neighbor killed himself in front of him, his teachers slobbered on him and wanted to lay twixt him. Yet again, he just sat at his desk, chewing steak fat, carving swears into his nails, and swilled out a righteously winded SIGH.

One time he said "Fuck" and everyone said it then. They was jockin.

Trail mix craver pack.

Orlando Florida is having a sale on its rape and heat. Gossip percent off everything.