Thomas screws me so much we may as well start dating. The least he could do is pick up my bar tab every now and then.
Okay, okay... it isn't really me whom he screws. It's Annnnn. Then she screws me.
It's a twisted tri. And it isn't any fun at all.
I'll have a Gray Goose, straight up. With a side of lubricant.
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HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!
I'll have the Gray Goose with me next time Thomas "lets" me out of the house.
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