What have I written adnauseam?

I don't faint at the sight of blood. Especially not the sight of yours.

No worries sweetie; you won't be awake long enough to see any blood but I'll make sure you taste it after I lick it off your face and spit it down your throat.[/QUOTE]

You'd need a step ladder, shorty.
 
I don't faint at the sight of blood. Especially not the sight of yours.

No worries sweetie; you won't be awake long enough to see any blood but I'll make sure you taste it after I lick it off your face and spit it down your throat.

You'd need a step ladder, shorty.[/QUOTE]

That's all you got cunt?
 
I don't faint at the sight of blood. Especially not the sight of yours.

No worries sweetie; you won't be awake long enough to see any blood but I'll make sure you taste it after I lick it off your face and spit it down your throat.

You'd need a step ladder, shorty.[/QUOTE]

Fat doesn’t go up, it goes out.
 
I don't faint at the sight of blood. Especially not the sight of yours.

No worries sweetie; you won't be awake long enough to see any blood but I'll make sure you taste it after I lick it off your face and spit it down your throat.

You argue like an old woman. Odds are heavy that you fight like one, too.

No man ever taught you to fight, because no man can stand your faggy ass.
 
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