HARK! Ere Saturday, thy moveth into thy castle of yee 7 minute Uber ride with ‘thy boys’. Thou dost listen to the music of the Gods - “Pursuit of Happiness” and Squid Game remix. The sweet nectar of Svedka and lush ice juul flows abundantly. Soft! I seest thou in thy fashion of Aphrodite: a Shein top and Levi shorts. Oh rare lady! Oh precious rose! My heart doth hum for thy body on thy sword (my penis)! For thy tits reminisce of ripe melons in the summer. Thou hast an ass as firm and bouncy as a nude peach. Perchance, I will sip thy ripe juice of thy celestial pussy! I beseech for thee Snapchat. But await – thou sloppy french kiss a PLEDGE?!? Below mine fraternity composite? Me thinks you a saucy prostitute! Get thee to a nunnery! Thou leaveth thy pledge and come hither. “Hey, where’s the bathroom?” Thou asks. “Slut.” I speaketh the truth, WHORE! Thou couldst brandished my weapon. Tis a loss! Perchance another worthy lady shall sucketh thy cock.
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