STOP SEXUALLY HARASSING ME

my... my oh my... it feels like just yesterday we first met. we were at each others throats... hate seeping every word that came between us. heh... i never believed in enemies to lovers, always thought it was a stupid trope. but now? my.. i cant believe its my life now. everyday.. i wish we couldve fallen in love sooner, skipped the hatred...

xoxoxo your one true love

-rep my second least favorite italian

Diddy didn't just diddle a few dudes. No, my guy Diddy went all out. This dude was out here diddling dozens—no, HUNDREDS of dudes—day in, day out. You think you know diddling? Nah, you ain't seen diddling until you've seen Diddy in action. This man Diddy was dashing down dazzling doorways like it was nothing, delivering diddles left and right, no questions asked. It wasn't just a diddle; it was an EXPERIENCE. He’d dish out the diddles with such a daring dash of dazzle, dudes would be left speechless. It was diddle domination, diddle devastation, diddle delirium—Diddy didn’t just diddle; he DID that. So next time you think you’re nice, just remember: you ain't Diddy diddle level, and you never will be.

+rep My favorite italian

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