it's yours, Mr. Nick...are you going to take responsibility?
I've been locked under your desk for two weeks. You bought me the pregnancy test. You broke my hymen and fucked my vagina with the proof blood as lube, but you were drunk and don't remember this.
>but you were drunk and don't remember this.
If I don't remember this, then why would I buy you the pregnancy test? That's an action only a man who's worried he got someone pregnant would do.
We can look at the security cameras you're not afraid of. You kept me locked under surveillance forever. Who am I to say why a drunk man does anything? You brought it to the office and told me to urinate on ti.
>Maya will never love you as much as she loves burgers
She's eating a hamburger right there, pal.