

Imagine you say my name in the mirror 33 times and my ass appears ð ..maybe it's nice, maybe not ð ..maybe the room then becomes the temp of a beautiful 40°C day and smells of ocean and now you're all salty .. maybe you feel a tingle and faintly hear the sweeeeet sounds of Pink Floyd's Echoes in your ear and my ass grooves along to it.. in its entirety ðĪŠ .. I don't know, I don't have control over these things ðĪ·ðŧââïļ Oh, And 1 boob ð