Tiger wench, you need to understand something. You can talk shit all you want, I don't belong here not because you and your filth won't except me but because I don't want to belong. That you talk to me with authority is a game that we both know you are playing and that we both know I allow you to play. So talk shit to me again, I don't mind. Be the dominatrices, but never forget who wears the pants in our relationship.
Oooh, the bammer seems to have a very active fantasy life. Guess you have to have something when you live in your mother's basement...
Honey, what part of "fuck you, dickhead" makes you think we have any kind of relationship? When I do lower myself to respond to you, you are damn right it is with authority. That's how someone should speak to her inferiors.
If you are wearing pants, (which I doubt you are as they are seldom required attire in a basement bachelor pad) but for the sake of argument, if you
were wearing pants and we "did" have a "relationship", then the only place you would be wearing them is around your ankles. Careful not to trip.
In any event, you need to recognize that you and your "balogna" couldn't hang with me, little man.
So sod off, dickhead.