Bitchin' Blog Posts
Yeah you. You with the back.
Turn around when I’m speaking to you, please. Tossing your hair does nothing for me.
No need for a quick pit-sniff. I’m not planning on nuzzling your underarm hair. If you have any.
There is no need to threaten me with your big gold sword. Come, now. I just want to ask a favor.
It’s raining. Can I take shelter ‘neath the shadow of your man titty? Thanks!