im 4 drinks and 3 lines in whos in the mood to get sent a small fortune #substance #sendthosetrollvenmos
Pay off my student loans.
bet im expecting a spirited soliloquy in thanks at the very fucking least though
Bet, here's a oneshot. Hark, The young maiden lies supine and prone upon the daintiest of victorian fainting couches. She hath fainted from the shock and delight of an affirmation-- a promise of wealth. A handsome, older man (you) uncorks a vial of smelling salts, and,gently waving the glass under her waiting nose... Lo! She jolts upwards, her opalescent, luminous eyes blinking at you, dazed. She takes your hands in hers and, with glimmering tears, thanks you for your overflowing generosity, she shall name her first born son after you for your chivalry. Such a handsome, well-groomed man, how could he possibly be so very philanthropic? She leans in closer, inspects your well-defined features, your joie de vivre. Then, after a beat, she asks... "What's that by your nose, good sir? A powder of sorts?" The End....(?)
i laughed i cried i checked my nose and shit you have a point i definitely over powdered my shit quite a bit incredible standing ovation encore encore
Hmmm... perhaps a trip to the powder room may be in order? (Lol.) If an encore is requested, how could I possibly decline? With the lightest of touches, the lady tips the kindly sir’s head up just a smidge, and with hand adorned by a glossy black nail she surveys his face. Then, she tuts, frowns at him, her delicate brow now furrowed in worry. “Why sir, your nose is bleeding… Are you a fucking pervert?”