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dumpster lover
Guest
June my darling, where for art thou? To me you are the sun and the moon, and all the filth clinging to the walls of my dumpster home and my fragile loving brain. Come to me my iron faithed maiden of disdain, uncleanliness, and hot desire. I am but a shell of a man without you, my beautiful odiferous buttercup. I long for your hateful stinking breath upon my unwashed and infested scrotum. Even the ticks and mites would welcome your flow of putrid saliva upon my love nuggets....come to me...I'm behind Sunset Bowl