Cowboy

Again, filling up the page with the awesomeness that is me.

That's right, I can totally make mindless comments. Once every 15 seconds, at least.

Oh, yeah. Pushing the 14-year-old out-of-sight.

What the fuck. This is my place. It's almost too much work to keep this page entirely populated with my comments. But I will.

I'M IN INTELLECTUAL LUST WITH YOU.

I'm writing this from a phone.
You're sexy.
I want you in unspeakably dirty ways.
I miss you.

Damned right. My schnickersnack is entirely yours to snack on. It wants you and your va-jay-jay.

I love your hard schnickersnack pointing at me in that picture.

I love your ass in that picture, by the way. Edible.

Oh, yeah, speak geek to me, and tell me about all of your aperture that I can tease.

Making love to my pictures. That sounds vaguely familiar. Tell me how bad you want my zoom lens.

Well, firstly, I'd dip your photos in chocolate and then drag it across my stomach. Then I'd make-out with your goat photos with chocolate lips, and then showered myself with your flower pictures. I'd make love to your photos if I could.

You can go ahead and tell the internet what you want to do to me? I'm fine with this. I'd do you in front of them.

Don't make me air my dirty fantasies over the internet.

Yeah, so, I want you right now. You owe me video -- which should be video of us, by the way.

I've never complained about the size of your lenses.

Psh. You've never complained about the size before.

Miniature guns aren't allowed, Cowboy.

It's always facial season?

I'm going to fill your page with comments from me. Because you're hot.

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• 25 years old