Ah, she must’ve been the brainless type. “The only women I see on a pole are strippers, kid. Besides, it’s late. How can I not take notice when vandals are out and about during this time of day? Do you want me to call your parents?”

Time to sweat his ass off.

“Respect women. Respect men. If you can’t manage to do something as simple as that, you’re an ugly cornball and a waste of semen. It takes one brain cell to not be a cockjob.”

<3 ——> </3

Dramatic is the best way to go about things.

“The amount of sensitive people I’ve come across is laughable, but I guess it does me a favor, rooting out those softies.” Inclined on a bar stool away from the counter, he rambled on to himself, staring at the froth of his beer.

Quite frankly, he’s feeling a bit sluggish in taking in other client, but finding ways to kill time in itself is painful.

“Do you not get the comparison?”

Rubs hot sauce on his eyes to fake tears. N-n— no…

/ i lurk way too much, need to conjure up those replies soon

It is. In fact, he’s trying to be a man and NOT yell in pain—

“Semen is life, LIFE.”

A man doesn’t drink water.

Sike…?

You want to hear a lie??