!! A baseless impertinence I still burns my ass. So you have to think sometimes, I sit in the kitchen and play on the tablet. Because the guy comes in and asks if his food is ready - indeed, he has it all yet? Of course not, I'm not a wench. He should make his food yourself ****ly! But somehow he disagrees and I should regret the bitter. He pulls me off the chair and should I put on the table. Nagut I thought a fuck ka