⊂_ヽ “Talking to you is like drinking wine. Wine that’s made from fermented rat piss with the fine aroma of the dead, fly-swarmed carcass of a three-day-old deer, with the delicate, crisp flavor of skunk farts with highlights of ass sweat. The palette is rich with hints of residual dried poop-crust from a truck-stop bathroom. Goes down with the long lasting finish of fly-covered summer harbor trash” “Pet me, “You can break me, but never risk me a stomach ache, when I’m hungry you better bake me a fucking cake!” Disclaimer: Activity FeedFriendsFavorite Games |