I love you Turner

I do not know if you are a virgin, Turner, but if you are I hope every rope-armed tanning bed college blather boy gets Hepatitis in a pink stucco hotel on Panama City beach at the exact same time. I hope blue water New York women get their rubbing alcohol and jasmine pussies forcibly eaten by the ghost of a coal miner with a burning chunk of opium on his tongue. Because someone should be fucking you and kissing your face. All the time.