Man Hunt

the misery you cause me by not going away. the chronic subliminal message of an obsessive bimbo-potato. I wonder when I'll find a boyfriend that may destroy bimtatos euphoria? See, look, I have a man, now, eff off. I need a man that suits me. a man in a badge sounds good, Oh, they're as tasty as donuts themselves. Delicious in their uniforms. perhaps instead, a detective. Now, beloved Mr. Detective, please destroy bimtato and anyone else like her, for me, please. her subliminal euphoria erks me.