Tickling Is Their Favorite Fetish

I don't know where John's at.

I, la la... lala.

Oh, don't even break out the door, okay.

I wasn't the one that left you.

Yes you did!

You're the one that was like, oh cute boy,

la la la, dance with him, dance with him.

I don't even like boys.

So there.

Well then, you had better explain that to me,

unless it was a, oh, holy looking chick.

You almost broke my nose.

You're mean.

You're judging me and it's your fault.

Oh, it's not.

I made a joke of you.

That's what you said.

You're a whale's penis.

Oh, what a rude, awful, like, oh God.

Have you not changed your socks since that night either?

Not really, no.

Holy crap.

I don't even know if I wanna get near them.

Thanks, magician.

No, you're so excited to go in there.

All right.

Oh, you're so pitiful.

All right, so, like I was saying,

like I was saying, I didn't leave you.

Oh, I'm gonna get you.

I can let you out of there anytime, anytime, sweetie.

No, no, no, no, oh my God, oh my God.

I was waiting for that, I promise.

Where are you?

Hey, the book.

Okay, okay, it was my fault.

I won't tie you up anymore, I promise.

Oh, I didn't say you didn't have to tie me up anymore.

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