by what could it possibly be about my bearing and demeanor that would suggest for the vaguest fraction of an instant that I have any interest in hearing how a veritable stranger burnt her genitalia. Truth be told I would have lived the rest of my life happily assuming that they removed her whup when they removed any suggestion of personality.
I don't consider myself a friendly soul, several of my closest friends have told me when they first met me that they considered me scary and yeah, that's what I'm going for because if you're afraid of me you're refraining from telling me just how you crisped up your va-jay-jay.
2 comments:
an plus you donut noe how to talk engrish rite.
luv,
Bosco!
true, true.
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