Forget what I said about that last girl, I want this girl. Big fake tits and ass muscles that could Jaws of Life crash victims right out of crumpled cars. I need a girl who will tell me what to do, who my friends are, and threaten me with the Frigidaire side by side high over her head if I talk back. People mock being a bitch, but it’s a simple life. If you spend just ten minutes a day making decisions, that’s sixty hours a year you just saved by having somebody else make them for you. That’s a lot of time you could be dusting and killing it at Candy Crush.
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