• Rich Bitch
(Not related to the last daddy convo)
Me:
— Told ya so, yo dicky can't handle da pussy das why it gonna become green and droopy. Mr. Styles here my friends! Ladies and gentlemen! Harry Styles has a dick infection!
Harry:
— Would you shut the fuck up you ball of unwanted air, now listen to me. I want you to go in that store, get my pills and a bag of chips, pay for it, then come back here. Now
Me:
— are you sure your mouth can handle food that has a price under twenty thousand dollars?
Harry:
— the fuckery is this sorcery, food can be under twenty grand?!! Wow I feel bad for poor people, wishing they were me. Ugly ass souls-
Me:
— I'm right here you know? And I'm not exactly paying twenty grand for a taco
Harry:
— I pity you princess. But whatever, go on in there and me my damn pills, got it baby? So do it, now.
Me:
— woah calm down Harry, you're not my daddy. You're.... 38472891019x else's , which probably makes sense why you need this dick healing pills. Now why don't YOU go in there and get those meat healers.
Harry:
— I'm literally going to kill myself. Faith! You work for me! Which means you must do what I say! Now get on your knees and take this cock infront of that old lady, I know she wants me. Rawr XD
Me:
— off to get those pills I go!
Harry:
— Thank you tibby, now make it snappy!
Me:
— as sly as you're trying to play this, I know that YOU want me
Harry:
— you don't know me peasant, I could kick you in the face if I wanted to
Me:
— see? If you wanted to, which means you don't. WHICH means, that. Wait for it,
you love me
Harry:
— I
Me:
— I'm playing with you Styles, what an idiot.
I hate my job
