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I never wanted to breed with anyone more than I want to with Colonel Sanders. That perfect, toned body. Those bountiful pecs. The child giving groin of a literal god. It honestly ♥♥♥♥ing hurts knowing that I'll never mate with him, have him pass his genes through me, and have me birth a set of perfect offspring.
I'll do ♥♥♥♥ing ANYTHING for the chance of Colonel Sanders getting me pregnant. ANYTING. And the fact that I can't is quite honestly too much to ♥♥♥♥ing bear. Why would KFC create something so perfect? To ♥♥♥♥ing tantalize us? ♥♥♥♥ing laugh in our faces?! Honestly guys, I just ♥♥♥♥ing can't anymore. ♥♥♥♥.