DirtyD
[08] Mercenary
Bitches! Why ain't the Devious Dirty D in here?
All of my exes have crawled back to me, beggin' for another piece of the Dirty D's D.
I'm the proven product.
It wasn't the marines that brought Saddam's massive bronze statue down, it was my pelvic thrusting.
Here's how a night with D would go:
Hey baby, come in, come in.
I know, it is a quite a carpet. One-hundred percent bear skin. Perhaps we shall see yours later. I kid, I kid. Why don't you stretch out and lay down while I prepare our meal.
Let me pour you a glass of Dom Perignon, 1969. Of course it's expensive, anything for you. The Dirty D is quite debonair, wouldn't you agree?
Ahhh, I see you've slipped into something a bit more comfortable. You ready to get some of this Dirty D?
BITCH! RIDE IT, BITCH! AHHH BITCH, I TOLD YOU ONCE, DON'T MAKE ME SAY IT AGAIN. WHO'S YOUR DADDY? YEAAAAAAH DIRTY D! BITCH!
That was quite pleasant, yes? Oh, never mind, you're asleep. A steaming puddle of orgasmic juice is all that remains of your petite structure.
Sincerely yours,
The Don of Dainty Dames, the Debonair Destroyer Dirty D
P.S. Dirty D invented "sexual healing," I merely lent the concept to Marvin Gaye due to his unfortunate surname. You see, "sexual healing" is a real thing with the Dirty D. I have healing powers, just let me bury the bone and you'll see. Ask the forty-seven amputees which I have repaired with my coitus. Unfortunately, the D cannot heal retardation, believe me, I've tried.
All of my exes have crawled back to me, beggin' for another piece of the Dirty D's D.
I'm the proven product.
It wasn't the marines that brought Saddam's massive bronze statue down, it was my pelvic thrusting.
Here's how a night with D would go:
Hey baby, come in, come in.
I know, it is a quite a carpet. One-hundred percent bear skin. Perhaps we shall see yours later. I kid, I kid. Why don't you stretch out and lay down while I prepare our meal.
Let me pour you a glass of Dom Perignon, 1969. Of course it's expensive, anything for you. The Dirty D is quite debonair, wouldn't you agree?
Ahhh, I see you've slipped into something a bit more comfortable. You ready to get some of this Dirty D?
BITCH! RIDE IT, BITCH! AHHH BITCH, I TOLD YOU ONCE, DON'T MAKE ME SAY IT AGAIN. WHO'S YOUR DADDY? YEAAAAAAH DIRTY D! BITCH!
That was quite pleasant, yes? Oh, never mind, you're asleep. A steaming puddle of orgasmic juice is all that remains of your petite structure.
Sincerely yours,
The Don of Dainty Dames, the Debonair Destroyer Dirty D
P.S. Dirty D invented "sexual healing," I merely lent the concept to Marvin Gaye due to his unfortunate surname. You see, "sexual healing" is a real thing with the Dirty D. I have healing powers, just let me bury the bone and you'll see. Ask the forty-seven amputees which I have repaired with my coitus. Unfortunately, the D cannot heal retardation, believe me, I've tried.
