Hi, my name is Amy McFloweree. I like fuzzy socks and Wendy's take out (I LOVE THEIR CHILE!!). I have a dedicated Instagram account to Kush (lol 4/20!). I recently have been experimenting and cheating on my boyfriend Moses (and no not the bible dude AHhaa).
Wait there's one other thing... I have a special condition called "Titamunques" lol. It causes my aerials to get really hot and expel a glue-like substance that always sticks to my shirts!!! LIFES SO HARD WHEN YOUR TITS STICK TO EVERYTHINGG!! No one understand me lol. I also have a son named Ty (total shithead winer who makes me want to shrivel up and die). So I was in the kitchen one day eating chile out of the can and my dick-boyfriend came in and we fucked before he went to work to make me money for gravy and chile. He's kinda ug but whatever he bring in the dough. My real dream is to live in New Zealand with my Stormy Kromer and be a millet farmer (MILLET UGHH 🌾😍💦💦💦).
So one day I was playing hide n seek w my baby daddy at the senior center when I was getting tired from Earl. Lol he's a horndog (he thic too!). So yeah... I was getting tired and found my way into a wardrobe. Once inside I closed the doors I heard a slight click. "I BETTER NOT BE STUCKK" I cri out bitchly. I giggle the door to find it is locked. Now crying and frantically trying to open the door screaming "DADDY", "DADDY!!" My aerials began to leak the thick magma-like-yellow substance. "FUCKKK" I scream and fell backward into a snowy wonderland as my tits solidify to my shirt. NARIA?!?
"Yes my dear" says an unknown source.
