I sense that in five years or so I'll be spending a lot of time trying to forget how horrible college was just like I spent the last ten years trying to forget how horrible childhood was. I hope this isn't a pattern.
Tell me something is you ready for me baby, take this beast up out my pants and let you pet it for me baby. My dick on professor Klump, jump on this Eddie for me baby,
and when you fuck with me they give you credit for it baby.