Prestonian: I called your bluff you chickenshit m***********. I’m here at the Hampton Inn room 418 I’m on BBRT too you havent hit me up since, no one came to the door. You’re an all talk no good ratsoup bitchass fuckboy. You probably let cockroaches r*** you! I knew you were fake!

IM IN THIS BACKSNATCH BREEDING GAME FOR REAL M***********! Dont waste my f****** time!

I mean, I figured I have some time and wanted to get out of town, and what was the best place to get some new strange d***? Atlanta. I didn’t want to go for yesterday cuz Saturday nights at Flex are more intense than i want. I want to chief some good Brandy Gelato, huff some Everest Titanium, lay back and let some fellas with that magicstick work my backpussy good. Probably go to Tokyo Valentino while I’m at it for some sweet shebeef. But I’m in that p-funk g-funk kinda getting fucked mode, not like Lords of Acid deep intense fuckening. But I figured I’d call you out cuz I know youre fake, youre not the real Preston Manzy who has been sucking off the men from church since he was a boy that there used to post videos and write stories about their adventures on Xtube. You’re just a fakeass whackass little pencil d*** that wouldnt know what to do with some strongcock except drool and submit while your guts get permanently prolapsed by that big d***

F*** YOUR FAKE A** B****