Well, the truth is Torre-oreo...I want to be your little girl. I want you to dress me in the morning, feed me soup for lunch and wipe the dribble from my chin...and then frolic with me through the meadows as we laugh about times past and...
:snaps out of it:
What the...who the fuck? Whaaa...huh? :wtf:
I uh, I gotta go.
:snaps out of it:
What the...who the fuck? Whaaa...huh? :wtf:
I uh, I gotta go.