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aapke lie sarapraij naashta
08:06
prakaashit: 10.03.2024 • chhipaen
Good morning. I have decided to surprise you by making you breakfast today. I only made toast. But really, that is all you deserve. No heart or love. You're a loser. I know you're expecting your favorite jam to be spread on it.. but that's too good for you too. To top off your toast, I am going to give you my homemade jam. Made from within. My snot. My spit. My sneezes. I degrade you as I blow my full nose on the toast. I hawk up loogies and blow spit bubbles, teasing you. I taunt you and humiliate you. I sneeze a little onto the toast as well. This is all you deserve, you pathetic bitch. I get the toast real close, as you stare at the thick spit bubble and snot that stops your meal. My snot oozes and dangles off as you are bullied into eating it. You're welcome.
