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Valentines:
Zelduhh Dear La Bees Knees , Please, my beloved, come with me on a fast journey to the deepest slut of my intestines. Any fool could see that we're meant for each other; won't you join me in NYC and dance with me across the undulating slut? The wait is too much to bear. Can't we just cast aside the formality of courtship and ******** like pooping twins? Yours truly, Zelduhh
Buttless Together Dearest La Bees Knees, I cannot begin to describe how roughly my nose burns for you. As I write this, I'm dryhumping in my car, unable to contain my fisting desire. Please, accept my yellow embrace and know that you're truly the mango of my eye. I yearn for you slooowly, Buttless Together
milhouse jr Dear La Bees Knees, When I think of you, I get Bee in my Doudenum. Though it makes me feel Horny, it's also exciting. Whenever we Licking together, it feels like all the angels in heaven are Masturbating at once. How could one person make me feel simultaneously Smelly and Ugly with nothing but a bat of the eyelashes and a Pee of the Nostril? I hope we can keep Wiping together for 69 years. Gaily yours, milhouse jr
Playdough Attack Dear La Bees Knees, I believe it was Jack off Jill who once sang, "Oh, my key, my fairy, I've hungered for your shoelace a long, tacky time." Well, that's exactly how I feel. Or maybe I should quote your favorite rapper, Akon, who said "destroying ain't easy, but it's necessary, and I'm chasing democrats like Tom chases Jerry." Either way, you know what I'm getting at: will you be my Valentine? XOXO, Playdough Attack
la FLOOZY My beloved La Bees Knees, You and I are just two sparkly people trying to make it in this teeny-tiny world. I know we're not perfect-- I've certainly been guilty of robbing the craddle in the past, and I know you've dabbled in gluttony, but let's put that all in the past and focus on what really matters: our curved love. Without you, I'm nothing but a curly coogr. Yours vivaciously, la FLOOZY
la FLOOZY Dearest La Bees Knees, I cannot begin to describe how awkwardly my a*****e burns for you. As I write this, I'm punching in my throwing stars, unable to contain my puking desire. Please, accept my shitty embrace and know that you're truly the prune of my eye. I yearn for you violently, la FLOOZY
la FLOOZY Dear La Bees Knees, How I long to hear your rotten song again. What was it called? Ah yes, 21 Questions. How your repulsive voice lingered in the air like the cries of a wounded rhino. Such pissed! Let us join together and puke in unison, your bitchy song carrying our hearts to wasteful heights. With love, la FLOOZY
la FLOOZY Dear La Bees Knees, I believe it was The Monkeys who once sang, "Oh, my coogr, my bby, I've hungered for your mailbox a long, substantial time." Well, that's exactly how I feel. Or maybe I should quote your favorite rapper, Tupac, who said "mounting ain't easy, but it's necessary, and I'm chasing toilets like Tom chases Jerry." Either way, you know what I'm getting at: will you be my Valentine? XOXO, la FLOOZY
Lillioom Dear La Bees Knees, How I long to hear your gay song again. What was it called? Ah yes, gay. How your gay voice lingered in the air like the cries of a wounded gay. Such gay! Let us join together and gay in unison, your gay song carrying our hearts to gay heights. With love, Lillioom
Peach Wing La Bees Knees, You know how the song goes: "juicy men say only dinosaur rush in." Well, I'm afraid I must. I can't wait another minute to feel your fearful embrace. Now I know how Moses felt when the tampon first parted to reveal Jesus silhouetted against a wet sky. It was rage at first sight! Please be mine. I'll be right here, scratching rapingly until you get here. Yours truly, Peach Wing
Squaids Dear La Bees Knees, How I long to hear your sexual song again. What was it called? Ah yes, Never Gonna Give You Up. How your sexual voice lingered in the air like the cries of a wounded *****. Such sexual tension! Let us join together and fap in unison, your sexual song carrying our hearts to sexual heights. With love, Squaids
kiwitronic jr Dear La Bees Knees, How I long to hear your horny song again. What was it called? Ah yes, Baby Got Back. How your piss-stained voice lingered in the air like the cries of a wounded rabid gopher. Such erect! Let us join together and 69 in unison, your hairless song carrying our hearts to loose heights. With love, kiwitronic jr
Scintillae Dear La Bees Knees, I believe it was Luss Be Frans who once sang, "Oh, my hoar, my hoar, I've hungered for your hoar a long, hoar time." Well, that's exactly how I feel. Or maybe I should quote your favorite rapper, Pimp, who said "phisteeng ain't easy, but it's necessary, and I'm chasing hoars like Tom chases Jerry." Either way, you know what I'm getting at: will you be my Valentine? XOXO, Scintillae
la FLOOZY Dear La Bees Knees, When I think of you, I get porpoises in my vulva. Though it makes me feel illegal, it's also exciting. Whenever we shadoobie together, it feels like all the angels in heaven are stoning at once. How could one person make me feel simultaneously x-rated and psychotic with nothing but a bat of the eyelashes and a spoon of the nostril hair? I hope we can keep mowing together for zilch years. fast yours, la FLOOZY
le petit soleil La Bees Knees, You know how the song goes: "jiggly men say only pikachus rush in." Well, I'm afraid I must. I can't wait another minute to feel your chubby embrace. Now I know how harry potter felt when the snorlaxes first parted to reveal he-who-must-not-be-named silhouetted against a spasmodic sky. It was forbidden love at first sight! Please be mine. I'll be right here, relinquishing supposedly until you get here. Yours truly, hide your fear
KlRLlA Dearest La Bees Knees, I cannot begin to describe how UR GAY my BUTTSECKS burns for you. As I write this, I'm FGGT in my a**l, unable to contain my HOMO desire. Please, accept my DICKASS embrace and know that you're truly the FLAMING GAY of my eye. I yearn for you LOLWUT, KlRLlA
 i used to be a sperm · Wed Feb 10, 2010 @ 08:35pm · 0 Comments |
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