shit
The only thing I love more in the world other than, broken crayons, my mothers breasts, fucking rocks, baking mayonnaise, riding small children, swearing to god, farting on tin cans, being racist, snorting coke/heroin/bleach/poprocks, eating a mans ass, driving while throwing ceramic plates, licking my carpet clean, breaking glass in my teeth and a good old fashion diarrhea inducing burrito feast, is looped murder. Thank you for the mind fuck. How much do I owe you?