I bought her the Satanic creature, as a matter of fact, and he’s tried to kill me every day since. She doesn’t believe me, of course, but that’s because her evil blinds her to Ninja’s evil. It’s an evil fest.
And I doubt any type you’ve pegged me as holds any amount of accuracy besides.
Small dogs don’t like boys. Kinda like a law of nature for ‘em, especially when there’s a girl thrown in the picture.
Probably not. Not with that squeaky clean altar boy look you’ve got, either.
They would have eaten you alive, Sweetheart.
Good thing we’re also known for our outrageously trashy behavior or else I’d never hold my own in the Big Apple.
One hundred and fifty-three percent evil. No question.
I’d know. My girlfriend is blonde and has a small dog.
So you’re dating a girl who carries a little Satanic creature around? Wouldn’t have pegged you for the type.
Okay, well good! Because it really wasn’t a big deal.
Aw, that’s charming.
Nah, it wasn’t. I was expecting it some time or another anyway. Thank God I didn’t wind up in New York, yeah?
Apologies where they are due.
I’m not offended. Part of that whole southern charm shit I got stuck with.
I’m a naturally helpful person, especially when it comes to guiding bitches towards not conforming to the laws of modern-day society. You really are lucky.
What are your opinions on blonde girls with small dogs?
I wouldn’t of conformed if I were you, and that’s the point in it being exotic.
I didn’t have enough brain cells at the time to think of anything better. I’m so lucky to have you to guide me now.
… Doing*, what’s up* Sorry, my parents were very big on diction.
But anyways, not too much.
My parents were very big on Jack Daniels but ya won’t catch me mimicking them.