A finger licking dead-inside pixie slab of third rate dime-store nut-milk. And I'll tell you what she can do.
She can lick my ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ cinnamon ring clean and kick rocks all the way to bald hell. In fact, I don't give a ♥♥♥♥ if she removes all my skin and pops me like some nightmarish blood balloon. If the last thing I do in this godforsaken ♥♥♥-gutter existence is light that ♥♥♥♥-box on fire, I still won't die happy! I won't be happy until I've urinated on her freshly barbecued corpse and husk-♥♥♥♥♥♥ the charred remains while gargling Juggernaut's juggernuts.