“Do I amuse you, Mitchell? Am I a fucking… God… give me a second.” I held my hand up and rested my hands on my knees because I felt the vomit tickle the back of my throat.
“Wanda, why the fuck are you strong arming the damn toothpaste like this? You got eight set of teeth up in that mouth? I would know, my dick been in there… I ain’t feel extra sets of teeth where you would need to use this damn much and squeeze the shit like this.”
I literally cannot lmaoooo
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