Looking over to Till, Paul blushed deeper.
“Whats the matter, graverobber?
Cant get it up if the girls breathing?!
Z me! give me a hit. now hurry!
I’m late, I’m late, so hurry!
Dont keep my sergens waiting—!
Bitch, pay me.
Okay. I’ll see you later.
Where ya going?! stay here!
Theres ways for me to pay, dear,
Other than dough… “

  1. pocketpaulstein reblogged this from thelindemann and added:
    Still blushing Paul looked down at the floor. He felt terrible. "…Anons…grey faces…"
  2. thelindemann reblogged this from pocketpaulstein and added:
    "What the fuck is wrong with you, Landers?"