Thought it would be a quiet evening, but as usual, the bitches were blowin' up my celly all wantin' to come over to my cool bachelor pad and fuck me. You know, 'cause dey all regulars so 'dey already know where my crib be. Told em' all 'Cool babe, let's do dat!' and soon there was a steady stream of taxis pullin' into my driveway droppin' off outcalls.
Turns out, pretty much every Kat north of the 401 was soon panting on my porch - shoulda' known dat would happen, 'cause.... well... you know....
In the end, I let em' all cat fight each other naked on my living room rug to see who'd get to do me first while I whaled on my axe to show off my mad rocker skillz.
Then I fucked em' all silly for the next 12hrs straight and finally handed each one a day old ham sammich as I booted em out the door 1 by 1. I'm good that way.
One refused to leave, so I punched her in the back of the head, took back my sammich, and kicked her dumb ass off my front porch with my motorcycle boots. Stoopid bitch, dat my sammich!
Now my celly is blowin' up AGAIN as the 'thank you for fucking me silly, you're a love God' text messages are flooding in from all across the globe, and they all pushin' me their personal numbers. As usual. True story. :-Cool/"