You love those . I just watch your face as you get so excited every time you're on your knees, pants around your ankles, in a very compromising situation. All your logic and self control completely gone, at any moment I could expose you and ruin your life. But you keep coming back. That little bottle has a huge hold on you but it's not the based head cleaner you love, it's the prize at the end of the rope that you love. You bury your brain in a cloud of fumes, silencing it. No more conscience or voice of reason. Just you and your indulgence. I decided to take it a step farther. I want your br...

You love those . I just watch your face as you get so excited every time you're on your knees, pants around your ankles, in a very compromising situation. All your logic and self control completely gone, at any moment I could expose you and ruin your life. But you keep coming back. That little bottle has a huge hold on you but it's not the based head cleaner you love, it's the prize at the end of the rope that you love. You bury your brain in a cloud of fumes, silencing it. No more conscience or voice of reason. Just you and your indulgence. I decided to take it a step farther. I want your brain to be cabbage 24/7, completely owned by me, destroying yourself every moment of the day. I dumped out your little book store juice and replaced it with something much more powerful, the scent of my stinking butt hole and the fragrance of my filthy, grimey soles. You're going to drive yourself mad, overdose on my pheremones. now hold this bottle, and take a whiff.