A poem:
Roses are red,
violets are blue.
I enjoy ejaculating on you.
A poem:
Roses are red,
violets are blue.
I enjoy ejaculating on you.
Ok, ok, rilanciamo.
Whether off to work,
or on your class.
There's no doubt about it,
morning suck ass.
Never enough sleep,
with always too much to do,
I greet each dawn,
with a giant FUCK YOU.
As bad as it is,
a day that's too full.
The morning's not my beginning,
it's when I get my Red Bull.
Fantastica! Grazie!
Happiness in intelligent people is the rarest thing I know.
bellissima!