syphilis in his two-cunt cup.
seriously, he sounds just like my rapists. "BUT OH NOES YOU ARE RUINTIN' MY REPUTATION OH NOES AND I ARE SWEET KITTEH LOLCATWUT?"
after freely spraying all his jazzin' jizz, juicin' up his beefcake interviews, YOU CRYIN' YOU CRYIN' FOR ME TO COME HOME, and i know at least one woman's still wondering whether it was rape
he spent hours kissin' and swearin' and holdin' and sweet, sweet eyes, and ooh, baby-in' and you know we're meant to be, THINK OF THE SEX sayin' we gotta be, always.
i heard a fellow croon.