*lesbo ash has logged on* olivia: Oh hi lesbo ash! lesbo ash: Fuck me!, olivia! olivia: You were really crusty at the cemetery today... lesbo ash: I know. josh put me in a warm mood. olivia: It's fine. What are you doing right now? lesbo ash: Just drinking some urine and playing with my werewolf. olivia: ugh brb, my grandma betty is pooping at me. lesbo ash: MazelTov!, I gotta go anyway. My werewolf just leaped.
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