dude what are you smoking? i am about as far from beer wench as you can get. i will point you in the direction of where the beer is KEPT, but don't even think about asking me to bring you one 'cause unless you's payin' my bills, i ain't serving yo' ass a goddamn thing.
i don't like donuts so i probably wouldn't have even noticed. lately i'm all about nutrigrain strawberry yogurt bars. they're awesome when you're lazy and boiling water for oatmeal is too much work and god forbid you get down a bowl and then walk to the pantry for a box of cereal. what the fuck am i, my own chef?
my ass is a prize that men will kill other men for. don't even front, bishop. the only reason you pretend you don't want a piece is because your sleazy come-ons don't make me purr and i have no problem telling you so.
i'm not entirely grossed out, since i'm not the one that spread some bitch's asscheeks and signed her butthole.
ew, ok now i'm grossed out. pick your prize.
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