Dear Princess. This is a message from the battlefront, from your trusted knight, Sir Daniel Sexbang
I have ridden thousands of miles
I have survived the deadliest trials
I've fought through battles you can't even dream
For a taste of your peppermint creams
Sword and steed are all that I've had
To conquer the evil over the land
But the beacon of light at the end of their schemes
Was the thought of your peppermint creams
OH! Talkin' about your b**bies
The peppermint creams are your b**bies
Your b**balicious b**bies
OH GOD!
GAH JUST LEMME GET AT THOSE b**bIES ONE TIME!!!!!!!
Lost in the dark of eternal night
Failing my quest meant the end of my life
And when things were the worst I wanted to scream
Then I thought of your peppermint creams
Now I kneel and pray to the gods
Amidst fallen cities and crumbling facades
That I shall return and make you my queen
And bask in your peppermint creams
ALSO YOUR bu*t!
THE TERM PEPPERMINT CREAMS ALSO REFERS TO YOUR SWEET bu*t
OH YOUR ASS CHEEKS FROM HEAVEN
AAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!
Which do I like more? Your b**bs or your bu*t?
GOD ABOVE don't make me choose!
I'd rather die than choose I'D RATHER fu*kING DIE!!!!!
And with these last words
I must now bid you adieu
You are my princess
And I will always love you……r b**bs. It's the b**bs. I like the b**bs more, I just realized.