I should be recording a song or writing a script, but instead I decide to be an immature little twat and record another one of these atrocious ASMR thingies.
Part I - It's cheeky, not creeky-I can't read, chew gum and drive. Always lock your hotel doors. I'm kinda awesome! Fucking jets! No public shit. Old school, manual. Sharks and shit. Am I a Sub or Dom? My youth was a lot more exciting. I don't talk to people. It's a St. Andrews Cross, idiot! Learn how to properly hit people.