‘We’ll start with the easy stuff.’
We’re sitting in my bedroom at Mama’s place and I’m tryina get a little p***y but my skinny speccy little student is concentrating on her research and won’t let me touch her. I’m being interviewed as, like, the root of all crime, which is actually a compliment, tur hur hur. I’ll give you a root crime, Lois Lane, tur hur hur, put a little Chong in your thong.
tur hur hurtur hur hurIt’s not the most romantic-est place for a root, though. I’m way too heavy for this bed. I’d move out, but my women might not take decent care of the pets if I’m not around to keep ’em in line—like there’s my real expensive snapping turtles I had to score underground, there’s the tomcats I’ve been breeding, plus my dogo-argentino pups, and my presa canarios and a couple of pitb
