This tiny acorn here grows into a little stub. My toes are bigger than his mutated dicklet.
Ant-man as I call him could easily win an international tiny microscopic lump award. And it should count for something! When you’re THAT small, it’s clearly nature’s way of saying… “you were born to be a nasty little cock gobbler for Princess. To fill your mouth and boy-cunt with hard, wet rods, and suck long, fat meat“. Ant-man came to Me, because I always tell the TRUTH! And boy, did he love hearing it! I swear I could see some tears of joy leak out of that birth defect, as if the anomaly was crying in shame and gratitude! But I must confess I’m worried, because here’s what he wrote to Me: “I think maybe I should of clicked on the other button! the ones who will lie about my size………:_)” the ones who will lie about my size………:_) the ones who will lie about my size?!?!?!?! WHAT?! NO! THE WORLD WE LIVE IN!!! MIND. IS. BLOWN. There are no words. Just Princess made art! Print these, put them in a fancy frame, and hang them in your bedroom! You’re welcome!