Very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink, he would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Some times he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy, the sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical, summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds, pretty standard really. At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen, a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum, it's breathtaking, I suggest you try it.

Karina White

kThis post has 64 notes
tThis was posted 2 years ago
zThis has been tagged with Karina White, 
  1. leglustr reblogged this from cutecunts
  2. myjensworld reblogged this from cutecunts
  3. eyecandy4u reblogged this from cutecunts
  4. trbgr1 reblogged this from cutecunts
  5. lzrsins70 reblogged this from cutecunts
  6. dlw758 reblogged this from pussyhub
  7. pussyhub reblogged this from cutecunts