Holy shit, excuse me, princess. I don’t necessarily have time to sit around in my huge ass office with my stupid sneakers kicked up on my desk all day while I read stupid books. Some people actually have to work on the job. Don’t call me an uncultured swine again or I am going to shave all of your hair off next time I knock you out.
Aaand that’s exactly your problem, sassafras; you should take a page out of ol’Pappy Jack’s book and kick the fuck back for a minute– jeez.
I’ll call you whatever I want, cuddle-cakes. See, that’s one of the perks of sitting around in my huge ass office with my amazing sneakers kicked up on my desk while I read some really interesting books about the various positions one can be pegged in, so—- yeah.
Also, I’m just wondering how badly you want your hair touching privileges revoked– cause right now? I’m feeling for the next 800 years, at least.