Jesus: “I want to have a blowout dinner for my birthday. Will you be my date?”
Me: “Fuck no.”
Jesus: “Will you be my bitch?”
Me: “Sure.”
Jesus: “Will you be my cumslut?”
Me: “Absolutely.”
I like that he knows me already.
Jesus: “I want to have a blowout dinner for my birthday. Will you be my date?”
Me: “Fuck no.”
Jesus: “Will you be my bitch?”
Me: “Sure.”
Jesus: “Will you be my cumslut?”
Me: “Absolutely.”
I like that he knows me already.
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My roommate has a funny Jesus story. Sometime I’ll get her to tell you; I wasn’t there. It’s funny, involves a bar, cops, and a pink wig (he didn’t so much do anything, but he was there). Tres funny.
Wait…story about me? ‘A’ bar? What’s the story? This always concerns me…