Jojo was so hot. He had a dreamy look in his eye. He kissed me so sweetly. I knew he was meant to be mine. He was so emo and so sweet. My baby. My scrumptions. He was so emo and so sweet. My baby. He had nice abs. His clothing reminded me of tonsils. His skin was so soft, caked with fur. He greasy black hair really touched me. He was so gorgeous. Sometimes he would even let me wear his sweaty black striped sweater. His voice was so good like cardi b. He understood me. My jojo, my little hubba wubba bear. My pookie. My protein shake. Oh how he loved me dearly. Sometimes he would run away from me though, but I'd always chase him down and pin him to the floor and give him laxatives. Then he had no choice but to stay in the bathroom for hours. He's SOOO Shrexy. Especially when he wears a speedo. It really shows off his Ariana grande abs. Oh baby. Dojo for life. He's so hot especially his chest hair. He's my sugar plum. I love giving him ice cream, especially because he's lactose intolerant and makes him stay in the bathroom even longer. He may not feel the same yet, but one day he will and I'll be able to unchain him from my basement wall.
