My thighs are hot, hotter than a fire burning a cot, hotter than a gay fire man eating a ripe banana that he bought, hotter than baked snot on a sandy cemetery plot by ꜱᴜᴢʏ ʙᴇʀʟɪɴꜱᴋʏ

Mar 2018

Please Lord Jesus, don't stare, at my Leonid Brezhnev eyebrow hair
I'll launder your long-sleeve shirts, till my hairy, monkey back hurts

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ꜱᴜᴢʏ ʙᴇʀʟɪɴꜱᴋʏ Simpang Bedok, Singapore

(Simpang Bedok, Singapore)

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