Love SICK
If sis thinks you've been fucking around all day, she gonna be pissed, you quickly go over to the Mormon and finish breaking his neck by twisting it just a little more. Unfortunately she already thinks that.
"So I take it, this is what you've been doing all day?" sis asks.
"I HAD a poem written out for you and then these dicksnots showed up and distracted me!"
"I don't want to hear it! Look, I'm tired and had a hard day. The only reason why I'm not fuming right now is because like I said I'm tired, and you didn't make a big fucking mess for me to clean up. Not that I'd be doing it anyway, in fact I trust that you'll be cleaning all these corpses up RIGHT?"
"Of course dear."
"Good. Now I'm going to bed and when I wake up, I want that poem finished. AND don't even think you're getting anything tonight, you come sniffing around and I can think of interesting things to use those fish hooks you got." She says and gives your balls a slight squeeze to emphasize her point. After you wince and nod, she then kisses you, biting down on your lip, drawing blood and goes upstairs.
As you start to drag the two bodies down into the basement, you still feel the ache in your scrotum and your lip is still bleeding and you realize how love can really hurt sometimes.
"But it's a really good hurt." You say to yourself, licking the blood from your lips.
"So I take it, this is what you've been doing all day?" sis asks.
"I HAD a poem written out for you and then these dicksnots showed up and distracted me!"
"I don't want to hear it! Look, I'm tired and had a hard day. The only reason why I'm not fuming right now is because like I said I'm tired, and you didn't make a big fucking mess for me to clean up. Not that I'd be doing it anyway, in fact I trust that you'll be cleaning all these corpses up RIGHT?"
"Of course dear."
"Good. Now I'm going to bed and when I wake up, I want that poem finished. AND don't even think you're getting anything tonight, you come sniffing around and I can think of interesting things to use those fish hooks you got." She says and gives your balls a slight squeeze to emphasize her point. After you wince and nod, she then kisses you, biting down on your lip, drawing blood and goes upstairs.
As you start to drag the two bodies down into the basement, you still feel the ache in your scrotum and your lip is still bleeding and you realize how love can really hurt sometimes.
"But it's a really good hurt." You say to yourself, licking the blood from your lips.
