ss-warbler:

Don’t make me come down there and prove it.

You couldn’t prove it anyway, I wouldn’t let you.

ss-warbler:

chocoritos:

Act like asses. You’re seventeen, there’s no way you’re a sex god.

I started young.

Sure thing.

ss-warbler:

chocoritos:

No idea. But I’m not into girls who act like you, so I figure it’s the same deal.

You mean act like sex gods?

Act like asses. You’re seventeen, there’s no way you’re a sex god.

ss-warbler:

chocoritos:

You keep telling yourself that.

Alright, hot shot. What would your type be?

No idea. But I’m not into girls who act like you, so I figure it’s the same deal.

ss-warbler:

chocoritos:

Whar? Did I just hurt your ego or something?

Of course I’d be your type. I’m everyone’s type.

You keep telling yourself that.

ss-warbler:

What? Excuse me?

Whar? Did I just hurt your ego or something?

ss-warbler:

A gift certificate for a private dance and an all expense paid trip to your dick. When can I cash in?

The twelfth of never? Seriously, dude. Even if I went for dudes, you so wouldn’t be my type.

ss-warbler:

Blow jobs know no gender, my friend.

So what did you get for Christmas?

ss-warbler:

On what planet is me shutting up and you getting a blow job not a win win situation for you?

Um. This planet. Because I’m not into you, dude. Or any dude.

ss-warbler:

chocoritos:

I’m regretting agreeing to these tips.

It was a great tip.

It was way unhelpful.