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My Butt

My butt follows me everywhere! Wiggle wiggle, poke poke, jiggle jiggle. At the fridge in night I've a friend by my side. By my backside. On, my backside. Stuck with humidity to the toilet seat on a rainy day, that's right! The bathroom exists, and on a toilet do I sit. At least four or five times daily. Stuck to chair, playing with hair with one hand and a controller in the other. Pumping up and down and in circles as I jump squat. Jump squat! To share if you dare put your palm down there to squeeze. Grab slap, wibble wibble.
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shychaospatrol
Published
Dec 10, 2014
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18·102
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#love#self#tired#butt
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