I don't want sex, bitch.
Your vagina is floppy.
You smell like old spam.
I don't believe you.
That baby is not mine, bitch.
I always pulled out.
Shut the fuck up, cunt.
This haiku is offensive?
I will rape your soul.
Don't interrupt me.
I am eating your children.
Billy needs more salt.
You know I love you.
Do not look at me like that.
I will still rape you.
I fucking told you
Little Billy needs more salt.
Hurry up or die.
Monday, June 8, 2009
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