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Vipers? Bitch, please, I bite too.
“Yeah, and how’s it feel to be a toy?� he snaps. I arch my eyebrow at that, leaning back as I sip my beer. “I dunno, how does it feel? You act like a walking, talking dick, so you must be a dildo.�
“You’re forgetting the part where he said no, so you beat the shit out of him with a frying pan and told him the boat was yours now and to call you Captain Crazy,�
I’ll die as I lived, with a beer in my hand and riding a dick.
Vipers never fall…unless it’s for a tattooed, foul-mouthed bar owner.
