Winter Fullohit

Dec. 28^th: doodle on me with your noodle, cum on—don’t you dare be frugal—froo-froo, like I told you.

Unknown!: I burst my open thighs spring living where it wants, under blotter acid…turned to your flaccid—yummy—I could try n make it gummy, for my rummy, suckas can’t even stun me—no more—cuz I got tha grapes, only found in the small town—to win, in the small spin in tha hurr-i-came—death by cane. maim me, dearest dame—no shame shame shame, if they all be playin’ games, cumon, I beat yo slinky ding-a-dong dinky—I could make yo ice rinky kinky—oh so kinky—now I need taw inky—before tha big pinky—overwhelms me—oh kinky—neva eva shrink fo me—I jus wanna lick up all o thee—cuz I got tha real ride that makes you say “wee wee”.

Unknown!: I was in love with a crippler—cripplin me—time fo tea—oh so sweet as can be—ha, don you know me? I brave it like I have to dipset into tha peace—time fo release—under [pause] garments line our memories—yes yes puhleaze. I sing into yo ding dong, so long as you bang me like a gong thong thong thong wrong right, right wrong, mildly blonde, move my feet till I am gone! Gnomes are like, “OMG where are my panties?” Anyways, jus touch my nameless cooty booty—I know what I want when it cums to sweet as cum wannabee…MMMhmm, light yo cum, so it runs…towering like tower road—so slow, but what a Blow.