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HEY!!!!!!!....

Oh, sorry; did I scare you?.. I just got a little excitable there.....

But anyways - Hey!.. Hey, Holly Sunshine Patora..... I had something of a request to ask of you, Sugar - a sort of, oh, how do you say-?...... ......-a kinda "outlook" on a certain "popular" subject, as it were - and that request, Holly, would beeeeeeEEEEEEE---!!!!.........

YEAH!!! COULD YOU PLEEEEASE STOP SHIHTTING OUT YOUR FUKKING TITTS FOR JUST A SECOND?!!!!... It's getting old, me sitting here, watching you float on out of that god damn bathroom every thirty-or-so minutes, noticing every time you do, that your god damn mutherfukking titts have deflated another half-inch in diameter!!!..... I mean, WHAT GIVES, HOLLY?!!!!!..... One day, I'm suckling your rosy nipple like it's a god damn salt-lick, and I'm a guinea pig with a hopeless sodium addiction that's gonna kill me deader than a fukking DOORNAIL any second from now, and the next, I go to revisit the same damn scenario, only THIS time, I breathe inward to do it again, and your ENTIRE, TUBE SOCK-LIKE TITT SLINGSHOTS RIGHT INTO THE BACK OF MY FUKKING THROAT, that once-tasty nip now beaning me right in the mutherfukking uvula, and I'm choking, coughing, and spitting up all over your bony cleavage like I was some mentally challenged baby that never quite understood the concept of gleefully snacking on a few choice squirts of some delicious, milky titty come!!!!!...
So please, Holly Patora - I'm BEGGING you - PLLLEEEEASE don't shitt those weightless, over-the-knee gym socks you call a "pair of titts" right outta that drippy, irritated sphincter ya' got actin' up down there!!!!.... Come on, shoelace-titts!!!.. You look like a fukkin' cowboy that didn't realize that he accidentally slung TWO bola ties around his shoulders to start the day, and then, he just said, "Fukk it, Hoss!... Who's gonna give a damn, anyways?!..."

See, Holly, THAT'S not how I wanna remember you when I'm all alone, jerkin' off to the memory of you with titts - y'know, like back when things were normal, and I didn't need a GOD DAMN TOOTHPICK to dislodge the two pathetic clothing threads you have the nerve to call "titties" out from between the ever-so-slender gap between my two front teeth when we wrap up every sad excuse for a sexual escapade we end up in nowadays!...
So, COME ON, Spaghetti Betty, and let's put some GOD DAMN GIRTH BACK in them MUTHERFUKKING PENCIL-DIKK TITTS O' YOURS before they just SNAP RIGHT OFF, FOR CHRIST'S SAKE!!!!!!!