Hey honey, quick talk?
Don't have time? FUCK YOU. You have time now. Deal with it.
How bout' that for chivalry? Chivalry's alive, baby.
Alright, quick talk quick talk.
Wanted to talk you about my bong.
Oh, I didn't tell you I smoked weed, you say? That's fucking right, bitch, cos' I don't smoke weed.
That bong is for crack usage only.
Anyways, no big deal, but from now on you shall woorship the Bong as your Father and Savior.
Cool, right? Cool. I didn't hear what you said, but you probably agreed to sacrifice your firstborn to the Bong. J/K, I don't want any kids, but per chance in the off chance that by chance some negro knocks you up with his horse semen, you know what to do with the bastard child.
Kill it. (Just clarifying.)
Okay, so you got it? You will give everything you have to my Bong, you will treat it as your God and the God of everyone in the world, ever, and you will make food for the Bong, clean up after the Bong, and do anything else the Bong asks you to do.
Okay, Blowjob Time!
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