Work, love, and pimping..
My second job is running a brothel. I have about 10 girls working for me. I make them turn tricks for 12 hours a day in squalid little stalls in a shitbox of a slum. They give me about 80 percent of the fee, which usually is about 15 bucks a trick.
To clarify, this person isn't me, this is what someone recently sent me on instant messaging. You think you know a person, and then they get completely trashed drunk and start confessing their sins all over the place.
I called the police and they raided his house. Three of the girls were underaged and now he's going to be doing some serious time. I also made up this entire sick story and I'll definitely burn in hell for it.
Work is work, still gives me a chance to go have fun with kids everyday.
Love isn't my thing, though I do love my dog to death. Sorry ladies, yall can't measure up to my furry little rat bastard of a dog, he's my baby boy.
I may, or may not, be day drinking and I may or may not be three sheets to the wind and I may or may not regret this entire post later.
nah.
To clarify, this person isn't me, this is what someone recently sent me on instant messaging. You think you know a person, and then they get completely trashed drunk and start confessing their sins all over the place.
I called the police and they raided his house. Three of the girls were underaged and now he's going to be doing some serious time. I also made up this entire sick story and I'll definitely burn in hell for it.
Work is work, still gives me a chance to go have fun with kids everyday.
Love isn't my thing, though I do love my dog to death. Sorry ladies, yall can't measure up to my furry little rat bastard of a dog, he's my baby boy.
I may, or may not, be day drinking and I may or may not be three sheets to the wind and I may or may not regret this entire post later.
nah.