My story begins with a haircut.
Holy fucking shit seriously a fucking haircut??
Cryptic yet obscure, haircut.
I arrived 15 minutes before botanical garden closed, and window's perched in pagoda.
window's white t-shirt, chocolate brown pants, worn shoes.
hairstyle crunked, fashion faux pas set before me, head to toe. I asked, "Did you lose a bet?"
Dark Helmet isn't workin for ye...
A fucking haircut, ew-ha's favorite look on windows.
When we lived in Japan penis helmet, again?
Flew ew-ha to Japan, hairstyle notes arrival.
Fuck, after leaving Japan, he came home with penis helmet a few times.
window's needed to solidify love for cunt.
What will window's do for a hefty heiress?