jung hani
Crab apples as the wind blew through my feet. Bob that's my butt I whispered tip toeing over the green nugget. How many cow bells fit in his pants? 72&three chicken hair.
Me: Don't blub so much you'll turn into a pussywillow.
you:Oh sorry
JUNG HANI: I WANNA BE A PUSSYWILLOW!
you:Oh sorry
JUNG HANI: I WANNA BE A PUSSYWILLOW!