Ohh, sixteen is dangerous. I can imagine the hormones cackling and riding a hellhorse, whipping it with a cat o' nine tails.
I'm thinking sex, thinking sex, thinking sex sex sex. I'm not thinking sleazy sex; I'm thinking punk sex, crazy yeah yeah yeah sex, flesh-ripping. I'm thinking Karen O's noises and bright colors.
Hey, eCreeps. Why don't you find me and fuck me?
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STOP LISTENING TO THE YEAH YEAH YEAHS unless you want to drive yourself to the brink.
"This sounds like moose!" Sexy moose.
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