I rhyme too much.

[BWHAHA]

I'm so sad. IT's a competition. But nobody knows if I'm really this sad. My initial vagina spits out pink spillage. It's a cumpilation. Of come. And my feminine growth rejecting every cell in my body. My vagina is a tool that doesn't feel. I have no heart. This is what my vagina looks like *shows you*. I sit down with my vagina. And grab a dildo and tear it apart. "Why won't you be tough, vagina?" *pets vagina* I manipulate you with my vagina and we copy sex moves that we see on TV, except it's not really *copying*. Cause' well, I'm manipulating you, lol. Look at my vagina, LOOK AT MY VAGINA. Now that it's out of the way...I'm sad and have a vagina. Something something about something because my boss and I bring up something obscure and think I'm deep in my saying because I think about what my boss tells me even though he doesnt even know my name but my vagina tells me to think of what he does and i can't even write cause vagina so i have to bust bwhaha's balls because bored and vagina *pink* flutter by butterflies. my ignorant vagina is masked