I know what you love, it's my spit isn't it? I am going to hack up as much phlegm and saliva as I can muster and I am going to hack it all over this table. You'd love that huh? To be a receptacle for my spit, hock bit ball of lung butter all over you? I know you would. I will even put my finger in it and twirl it all around, playing with it. I will let it fall from y lips in big gobs onto this table and you will love it, huh? have an extra build up of spit, and I am going to let you gaze upon it. SO MUCH SPIT!

I know what you love, it's my spit isn't it? I am going to hack up as much phlegm and saliva as I can muster and I am going to hack it all over this table. You'd love that huh? To be a receptacle for my spit, hock bit ball of lung butter all over you? I know you would. I will even put my finger in it and twirl it all around, playing with it. I will let it fall from y lips in big gobs onto this table and you will love it, huh? have an extra build up of spit, and I am going to let you gaze upon it. SO MUCH SPIT!