12 Days A Working Woman

Day 1 (Afterfuck)

G: After my sexventure with the impecable JB I-
V: Look at you! Using dictonary words and shit!
G: Gee...thanks...
V: Bet you found the dictonary while you were searching through Paris Hiltons' garbage.
G: That woman is a goddess among mortals. She is my queen! Why would she throw away a dictionary?
V: Because she get's scared of what she doesn't understand.
G: Oh! So she doesn't know the words in there?
V: Yeah. That and... she can't read.
G: HOW DARE YOU INSULT MY QUEEN?
V: Oh! Like you know her?
G: Ok, no but-
V: Then shut yo mouth and do yo damn story.
G: Oh Maw Gawd Bish you cray.
V: *akward silence*
G: Moving on... After I had my fun with JB.
V: After he thought you were a whore and offered to pay you in weed?
G: Yes. After that i tried finding my car, which apparently got toed because I was parked in a handicaped space.
V: You are one cold bitch.
G: Well so was the cunt I stole the parking space from. Bitch thought that just because she had a glass eye, a metal arm and a wooden leg, she can rule the fucking world. Well no ma'am! This woman *points at herself* has more functining limbs and therefor more privellages, so fuck off!
V: Wow. I don't even have a body. How dare you? I'm feeling highly offended in this moment of time!
G: I didn't mean it like that!
V: Yeah...sure that's what they all say...
G: Don't pretend like you care.
V: Ye you right.
G: So anyway my car got toed and I had to walk my ass-
V: You had to walk-of-shame your ass to the police station.
G: It's not a walk of shame if you have weed.
V: Please don't tell me you went into the POLISE station with weed.
G: No. Do you think I'm stupid?
V: Well...
G: I didn't just walk in, I runway walked in. Like Naomi Cambell.
V: Naomi doesn't fuck strangers in their car for...well actually....No! Forget it, too much drama.
G: After i had fiercely walked in the station, i went to the counter bitch, let's call her Kat.
V: Did she have winged eyeliner on?
G: No.... Her name is Kat.
V: What about keeping identities secret?
G: I didn't fuck her, did I?
V: Are you asking me?
G: No! It was a... you know what fuck it. I got in the station walked up to Kat and demanded my vehicle back.
V: Don't you take the bus?
G: Shut up!
G: So after i gracefuly demanded my car back, she flipped me off and told me to get a number from the ticket machiene and wait for my turn.
V: What did you do then?
G: I sat my ass down.
V: You didn't snatch that bitche's weave?
G: She looked like Hulk Hogans retarded twin, she had hair coming out of her eye.
V: That's gross.
G: To top it all off it was getting close to 1:00 a.m. and my ass was tired as fuck. Luckily though i saw this cutie in the station waiting room and he looked like my cup of tea.
V: Don't act like you drink tea, that's an insult to tea drinkers worldwide. And save that tale for later.
G: Ok fine i will. And just so you know, I do drink tea, it might have cocaine in it and it might go in my asshole, but it's still tea.
V: I don't even want to know...