I love the kind of woman that will actually just kill me.

You know, when I left the house today I was thinking "Damn,"
"I really hope some hot chick paints my brains all over some f*cking hallway."

And here we are.

I mean really, just absolutely destroy me.
I'm talkin' full on, watermelon-in-the-thighs level carnage.

And I want it to scare the sh*t outta me.
I mean I hope I piss myself. I hope I piss myself and you call me
your little "peepee pisspiss boy."
I want you to f*ck me up.
I mean I want you to make me your b*tch.
Your little peepee-piss-myself-b*tch.

I want it to get embarrassing.
I mean like... weirdly embarrassing
Unsanitary, too.

We should be entirely different people,
by the end of the first eight hours.
Do you understand what I'm trying to say here?
I mean, I'm a real freak. I'm not normal.

Ma'am...
Please...
You have to crush me.