Meh. More importantly my squirrely swirly friends, if you look just past all the other whatever, you'll notice #KarynRR now actually exists on the highest levels and keeps a passive watch over me. So God forbid if I ever pass out again and wakeup only to find Reno and the alphabet blindly on the side of the stripper I was legimately trying to rescue in exchange for just playing the role of secretary at the time who decided to take the opportunity of unconsciousness to stick a pink microdildo up my ass and then take a picture of it to text message to her skin deep hair stylist friends, don't do it. Global stage = not something these randoms are remotely geared for, and when when thatb kind of power and attention comes there way but without the full context explained...
...well, in real-life it just led to me having a father-like conversation with her explaining the whole concept of violation and how it just wasn't the kind of thinking a normally programmed girl should display, but then again when she told me her and her ex-girlfriend had a lesbian dog (because they taught/let it lick there _____) I knew the chapter was getting filed under ultimate urban "survivor" Jesus stripes case study...not whatever else might have been blindly and absurdly misconstrude in my first-person absence.
Funny? That people will...
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