GG - Heyz baby, howd you like to be a lucky lady 2nite and get some of this fine fella? Shhh. Don't respond just yet, savor the feeling of this golden opportunity a moment longer then get back to me. Big daddy is waiting.
Bish - I hope your joking.
GG - I'm in a generous mood baby, you should capitalize on it.
Bish - Oh how lucky I am to be given such an amazing opportunity
GG - I would equate this opportunity to the golden tickets from charlie and the chocolate factory. Whilst it may not be immediately known, I'm actually a qualified masseuse. And when my calloused hands are doused in the sensual oils of my choice, then applied to the body of a client it's been rumored they evoke quantum leaps in peoples preconceived notions of their own pleasure threshold.
Bish - Hahaha, are you sure your a masseuse and not in sales? You definitely have the sales personality.
GG - Nah, I've tried sales but its never really worked out for me. Even in 3rd grade it was tough. Back then I really wanted this plastic lightsabre toy and needed extra money. My mom told me I should make a lemonade stand and sell it to all our neighbors, sounded like a cool idea. At the start some people bought lemonade off me out of pity, the senior citizens did it cos I was cute. After a while people stopped buying, I finally got around to asking someone why and they said it was because my lemonade was too damn sour. I was almost in tears at the news! So I rushed back inside and grabbed the first bag of sugar I could find then dumped it in there and stirred it back up. Sh*t sold like liquor on new years eve. I couldn't believe it, there I was with a handful of 10's. I was going to buy out the entire toy store!!!
That was, of course, until the cops came over. Turns out I had accidentally grabbed a bag of my piece of sh*t dad's ******* and mixed up about 300g into the lemonade. What a f***ing low-life he was. They confiscated the cash and I never got my lightsabre.
Since that fateful day I knew I'd never return to sales.
Bish - Im getting some good laughs this morning. Your funny.
GG - Well they say laughter is the key to a girls pants. And I'd love to smite your erogenous zones with my phallic rod of divine potency.
Bish - Lol it would take you a lot more then a few good laughs to get there
GG - Why what's so special about your snatch? Is it guarding a treasure? After reading harry potter I wouldn't be surprised if you had one of voldemorts horcruxes down there.....In that case I better get my wand out
Bish - Its made of gold.
Bish - You have to earn your way in
GG - So what are you trying to say? That your pussy is some kind of prize at the end of the rainbow? Because thats where gold is? F*ck that. There's pretty much a rainbow after every time I piss, I'm that spectacular. Yet I've never seen your pussy there before. You know why? Because your pussy isn't made of gold, its made of pyrite, and you use that subtle difference to trick gullible fish merchants and potato farmers into indulging in your dank, rubbery vaginal flaps. Not me though, I'm wise to your gypsy tricks. F***ing b*tch.
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