CRACKSHIT AND COTTON
Cotton cant sleep tonight because Crackshit fills her mind. Cottons sitting in here closet, lights out all alone awaiting for crackshits phonecall but it never comes. Cotton keeps on waiting and waiting but Crackshit just wont fucking call her or make any attempt to get ahold of her. Cotton needs to see crackshit and really needs to talk to crackshit so fuckin call her crackshit. Cotton is sick of making all of the phone calls. it goes both ways crackshit. Cotton loves crackshit and if crackshit doesnt want cotton to murder her she witll call cotton.