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I am a Cartoonist
SexForBreakfast
16/United States
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Last Visit: 69 weeks ago
We're what's cookin
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**NEW** THANKS FOR 69 VIEWS WE FEEL SO SPECIAL **NEW**
So me and Ken created an account to display our "idunnowhattocallthem" drawings. Yep. So, this will not be our MAIN accounts, just our accounts to put our specific cartoon drawing things on.
WE ARE DA SEXXX
WE FEEL SO SPECIAL **NEW**
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A little piece of paper with a picture drawn
floats on down the street 'till the wind is gone,
and the memory now is like the picture was then;
When the paper's crumpled up, it can't be perfect again.
~Ken
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We eat sex for breakfast.
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Do You Ever Wonder, Bout Everything You Left,
Do You Question Your Decisions, Do You Ever Second Guess
-The sexy one
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We eat sex for breakfast.
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A little piece of paper with a picture drawn
floats on down the street 'till the wind is gone,
and the memory now is like the picture was then;
When the paper's crumpled up, it can't be perfect again.
--
thats me loud proud and incharge ya'll
--
A little piece of paper with a picture drawn
floats on down the street 'till the wind is gone,
and the memory now is like the picture was then;
When the paper's crumpled up, it can't be perfect again.
--
thats me loud proud and incharge ya'll
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