Requital – Skimp Info

October 11, 2018

J tells me I should sell my cum online. I tell him I don’t cum. He tells me he’s seen me cum. I tell him he’s never seen me cum, I don’t cum. He tells me I came when we fucked. I tell him we’ve never fucked. He tells me I should remember, Baby J was sucking on one tit and he was sucking on the other one. I tell him Baby J isn’t real. He tells me Baby J is breakdancing in my pussy right now. I tell him if that’s true, he isn’t any good.

J tells me he fucked a five-year-old yesterday. I tell him he shouldn’t fuck little boys. He tells me he’s not a fucking [homosexual]. I tell him okay, sure. He tells me Baby J doesn’t love me anymore. I tell him okay, that’s okay. He tells me he’s only kidding, Baby J still loves me. I tell him okay, that’s fine too.

J tells me he’s going to rape my mom. I tell him he can’t rape my mom.

J tells me he’s going to buy half of Kentucky. I tell him okay, sure. He tells me I have to come and party with him when he buys half of Kentucky. I tell him I will come and party with him when he buys half of Kentucky. He tells me he’ll be able to buy half of Kentucky once he gets his check from Apple. I tell him okay, sure. He tells me they should be sending it soon, he just needs to check his email. I tell him he should check his email. He tells me he’s going to put trashcans filled with cum and Ketamine on every block for all the babes to swim in when he buys half of Kentucky. I tell him okay, sounds good. He tells me he’s going to get Cindy McCain to have a threesome with us when he buys half of Kentucky. I tell him okay, sounds great.

J tells me he got beat up in jail because he told some of the guys about fucking the five-year-old. I tell him I thought that was yesterday. He tells me it wasn’t yesterday. I tell him okay. He tells me she looked like Lindsay Lohan in The Parent Trap, but with these great fake tits. I tell him five-year-olds can’t get fake tits. He tells me she had permission from her mom. I tell him even then, five-year-olds can’t get fake tits. He tells me maybe she was actually a ten-year-old. I tell him that makes more sense.

J tells me he threw a blueberry muffin at a little [black] kid and broke his glasses. I tell him the kid’s mom is coming to beat him up. He tells me we have to leave. I tell him okay, that’s fine.

J tells me if he doesn’t get high soon, he’s going to kill himself. I tell him he should kill himself. He tells me he needs to get high to kill himself. I tell him he could drink bleach. He tells me the last time he drank bleach it melted half his brain. I tell him if he drank bleach again, it would melt the other half. He tells me it would be so adorable if he had no brain and a little red scooter.