You dick munching donkey fucking shithead, you didn’t hit any nerves. All of mine are so goddamn numb that botox can’t even touch that shit anymore [deadpans]. Not to mention botox couldn’t do jackdick anyway, what, with how clogged my veins are with hatred, mayonnaise, and either pixie stix mix or cocaine, I’m not really sure…..
[wrinkles her delicate, skeletal nose and reaches up with one withered hand in order to one, slap the fat fucker in the face, all lady like, and two, wipe the stringy drool off her face] ………..Is this cum? Jesus fucking tittychrist, that’s disgusting. Your leaking is really putting me off.
Hey, fuck your shit you overgrown Neanderthal, I get it trimmed every once in a shit brown moon by those cute little asian fuckers I hire. Weird thing is, I keep having to replace them immediately after every session…also, I never knew they were so fucking religious, praying so goddamn much. But eh, whatever floats their rice cakes.
[ignores the jab at her wonderful rainbow out the dickhole personality and cocks (……) an eyebrow]
………………….Did you just call me…………Wattson you flubby fucker, what the fuck are you on and why the rotting hell aren’t you sharing with your old frenemy Aggy you self serving piece of dinosaur turd. [actually gags somehow with the lack of gag reflex]
Yeah, laugh it the fuck up at my body hair armor you dumbfuck, you won’t be laughing when nukes drop down into your wide set booty hole and fuck that shit up beyond repair- at least more so than usual. And I’ll be safe and sound and you’ll be missing one of your four ass holes. [#Aggyshrug and she barely bats an eyelash at the manhandling of her ladyhandles, and watch out they’re kinda cold, don’t freeze]
[she sighs and bats her crusted eyelashes] Ohhhh wooooooooooow Watty, you might just be right….I’ve been holding back my true tsuntsun feelings deep inside the recesses of my dusty snatch and it’s taken this faggy little heart to heart and grope of yours for me to realize this is the real me. [snoooooooooooooort]
You’re an even bigger idiot than I thought if you hadn’t realized by now; I don’t give two squirts of bloody piss what you have to say about me. I’m pretty comfortable sitting my sweet mole littered ass around and letting you little fucks run around like you’ve got your dicks chopped off-
Nice image, that.
So, you can’t fucking touch this.
[eyes the hand on her tit] Figuratively.
Sorry, I don’t guzzle cunts, that’s dicks. Just so you know.
How many tits have you touched in your life time, aside from your mamas teats once upon a time till you were about fifteen and already dipping your toes in the assholes of boys your age.
Nope, that onion-y smell? That’s the goop currently oozing out of your tits. Mine smells like garlic. There’s a fucking difference, idi-
[suddenly she finds herself upended upon the springy form of Wattson, at a loss for words for the first time since the cavemen stopped fucking the dinosaurs, until]
………….Well then. How many fucking fat rolls do you have, Jolly Saint Dick? This feels like a goddamn trampoline. Or the springy walls of those mental institutions.
OH YEAH OK. IT’LL TOTALLY SHARE MY SUCCULENT MAN CREAM WITH YOU OF ALL PEOPLE.
AND I DON’T HAVE FOUR ASSHOLES, I HAVE FOUR BALLS. JEEZE.
PLEASE NIGGA, ERRYBODY’S GOT A BREAKING POINT. YOU BROKE MINE A LONG TIME AGO. IT’S JUST A MATTER OF TIME UNTIL YOU SUBCUM TO YOUR OWN JELLY ROLLS.
AND SPEAKING OF JELLY ROLLS, I HAVE SIX. ONE FOR ME, THREE FOR BLAINE, AND TWO FOR EMERGENCIES. SINCE YOU’RE SO OLD AND DECREPIT, YOU’VE OBVIOUSLY LOST YOUR ABILITY TO SEE AND COUNT. HOPEFULLY YOU REALLY WILL DIE SOON.